Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It’s sort of a shame how it’s sandwiched in there between Halloween and Christmas. Maybe a different month would have been a better choice. But then there is that whole harvest theme….
Sometimes Thanksgiving doesn’t seem to get the “respect” it deserves.
Many Americans have this tendency to hurry from one thing to the next, including holidays. Retailers love this and take full advantage. Some shoppers can’t wait to start tackling their Christmas lists on Black Friday or even on Thanksgiving night itself. This year you can start (please don’t say you’re finishing) your holiday shopping before your leftovers have even cooled off.
Along with this rushing thing, there’s also the added “dilemma” about when a person should put up her Christmas decorations. Does one do it before Thanksgiving or wait until after?
Despite this tendency many have to rush through Thanksgiving, it will always remain a holiday like no other. I love Thanksgiving.
Of course, what’s not to love about a holiday that pretty much focuses on food? You can partake and partake heartily (not that I ever over-do!) on Thanksgiving and not even feel guilty about it.
Besides the fabulous food, family togetherness, parade, football, whimsical turkey art projects, shopping opportunities galore, holiday season excitement, new movie releases to check out, decorating frenzy and general hustle and bustle kicking into gear at this time of year, another thing I really love about Thanksgiving is thinking about my mother and the Thanksgivings of the past that she “put on.”
My mother’s Thanksgiving meal was one of her best meals if not her very best and she proudly prepared it every year for whoever wanted to show up. Her only statement of resistance at Thanksgiving was refusing to get up early as my dad used to say, “to put the bird in the oven.” My mother was not an early riser. Thanksgiving meals were served later in the day at her house. She always preferred to stay up late with a good book in her hands and sleep in until a sensible hour. Then watch out. She had things to tend to, and boy did she! Year in and year out she made the same things, the traditional stuff everyone else makes, and I try to replicate them now the best I can, but well, let’s just say I should have paid better attention…
When I was older and had left home, my mother whipped up her Thanksgiving feast for my birthday as well. She knew it was my favorite meal, and I guess that was her way of adding further enticement to lure me home to celebrate. Of course, birthday cake replaced the pumpkin pie.
Five years ago was my mother’s last Thanksgiving. That year there wasn’t much eating or celebrating going on around the table.
Thanksgivings have changed since that Thanksgiving five years ago, but of course a lot of things have changed since that time. This is the way with life.
Today I feel a deep sense of gratitude for all of my wonderful Thanksgiving memories. I feel a deep sense of gratitude for a lot of things and more importantly, for a lot of special people in my life.
I carry them all in my heart.
Who do you carry in yours?
Gratitude for those we care about and have cared about; perhaps this is why Thanksgiving is the best holiday of all.
And thank you for reading Nancy’s Point. I’m grateful for you too!
To all those who celebrate the day, Happy Thanksgiving!
What is your favorite holiday?
Who or what are you grateful for today?