Thanksgiving..it used to be a time when for three days ahead of time, i started cleaning house, and a month ahead scrimping to buy groceries, and then staying up until 3 in the morning peeling 20 lbs. of potatoes and making sure some things were made ahead of time..sweet potatoes, casseroles, smokies, jello-cake, drink, whatever else i could think of. the house had to be just perfect.. furniture had to be cleaned and coverings washed.. because Cocoa had left her dog hair all over anything.. but she was my only companion now..the children had long gone..the voices were quiet..no blaring music upstairs..no teenagers coming in at late hours anymore to "hang out." silence can be so loud.
but oh, this year was going to be different..i live in a small apartment by myself now. my daughter has the room to have us all for the BIG dinner.. i ask her "what shall i bring?" she says, nothing mom.. just yourself..
oh my...i gasp..i can't believe it..nothing? but how can this be? she has three children..there are six of us coming!!! there is no way... she must NEED me for something? food? cleaning house? something? no mom, i'v got it covered. everyone is bringing something like old times.. you just come..
at first i felt..sad? unneeded maybe? but perhaps now i feel, oh, proud.. can it be i did something very right..raising my children? maybe i'm being spoiled just a little bit..for my very first thanksgiving i don't have to cook? of course, i'm not promising i won't sneak in just a little something..maybe a gift for the hostess?? ;)
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