I might start a new Facebook Group, one for white women over 30 who have never once made a turkey dinner. Entry requirements: never made an entire turkey dinner for company, and can sing Salt-N-Pepa’s SHOOP (you know, just to confirm your age).
In my instance this is not because spending the day in a steamy kitchen isn’t worth the gravy coated rewards (I mean, I’m always in the kitchen anyways). Rather it is because of the generosity of others, mainly my mother in law, who pities this mama and comes to our BYOTD Thanksgiving.
I had been having a hard couple days. Then my neighbours helped me with a mess I can’t get to fast enough and then gave me a warm delicious meal I didn’t have to make! I felt like Ginny in One Magic Christmas. Then Dawson slept for six hours that night, so it WAS One Magic Thanksgiving!
I know this weekend can only get better as tonight we have our annual SOUPSGIVING. Where we go to my mom bestie’s house and have soup she made and buns I made, along with other potluck items other friends are bringing. Other white girls over 30 who have never once made a turkey dinner might also call this a FRIENDSGIVING.
Sophie started Soupsgiving on the basis of just being together and sharing some good food. Which is what we do together often, no matter how simple or eerily similar to ‘this random array of crackers on fancy plates and the kid’s leftover juice boxes’ it might be!
I also pulled out the Thanksgiving journal and read back through over the past four years at the different people we’ve celebrated with and what they wrote in it. It hit me in the feels. The power of acknowledging to your thoughts, then cementing them to words, to sentences, to paper. Especially when those words are sentiments of gratitude and positivity. Words, written in warm homes, with a glass of wine propped to the side. Thoughts that are set to the tune of toddler giggles and dishes clanking. Read aloud to share over a table full of love/food.
[Tweet “Thanksgiving is the best. It is the proverbial pre-heating the oven for Christmas”]
Thanksgiving is the best. It is the proverbial pre-heating the oven for Christmas. And one day when I finally make a turkey dinner (while blasting the sweet bass of ‘What a Man’ in my steamy chaotic kitchen) I hope to return the favour extended to me last night and love on someone with food. Because One Magic Thanksgiving truly starts with one person saying to another ‘…let’s get drunk on gratitude, and here’s a giant turkey leg’.
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