Well it’s turkey day again and for the third year in a row I’m sidelined except for making the pies; coconut cream and pumpkin, if you must know. I remember well the first turkey dinner I made after I married; I didn’t know what I was doing but it turned out great. So after 51 years of slaving in the kitchen to make this day special for my family I guess I’ve officially passed the torch to the next generation, not that I mind [at least not much].
I was pretty tired by the time my pies were all finished and ready to be admired but I’ll never admit that to my family. No, I’ll act like it was easy breezy lest next year they take that away from me too. Funny that I could once zip around multi- tasking in the kitchen and never break a sweat or lose track of what I was doing….that’s what I call the good old days!
This is the season, and day, to remind ourselves of the many things we have to be thankful for and I have many. I was born of goodly parents; I was married to the love of my life for 53 years who also had goodly parents. I’m blessed with seven successful, talented, law abiding children [and their wonderful spouses] and I have many grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, cousins, friends and a brother who are each, individually and collectively, a blessing to me.
I’m relatively healthy and still have most of my mind [not that that’s saying much]. I have a nice car, a good safe place to live and I want for nothing materially. I also have, right at the top of my list, my God and my church family. What more could one want, and how could anyone be more blessed?
As this day progresses filling with family, and my tummy filling with all manner of good food, I sincerely don’t know how I managed to be so fortunate. My heart aches for those who struggle, those who aren’t as blessed as I am. I can only pray for them and pay it forward each chance I get. Truly this is a time of thanksgiving for me and a time of self-reflection and determination to make a difference in the life of someone less fortunate.