I love Holidays. I hate what we do to them.

I love Holidays. I hate what we do to them.

imgresI have a love-hate relationship with holidays. In their purest form, celebrated in a vacuum removed from judgement and commercialism, I love holidays. There is a part of me that wishes to celebrate each and every one, to throw myself into the rituals and customs that make holidays rich.

As I child, I loved dyeing eggs, watching fireworks, eating turkey, hanging stockings, and staying awake to greet the new year. Each holiday carried with it traditions that I embraced and internalized. Easter was hunting eggs in the front yard that my grandmother played in as a girl. Birthdays were white cakes with pink decorations, my name spelled on top and flowers around the bottom. Fourth of July meant homemade ice cream and Dad at the grill flipping burgers. Thanksgiving was a week of baking pies and cakes, roasting turkeys, casseroles, and cornbread dressing, all culminating in a large family gathering with enough food to feed an army. And Christmas was Mom’s breakfast of fresh ham, eggs, grits, and biscuits followed by a day of visiting family, singing carols, and mountains of wrapping paper.

Over the years I’ve been exposed to holidays outside my Christian upbringing and embraced them with enthusiasm, all the while wishing to remove the labels that serve to separate. I love the peacefulness of Shabbat dinner with warm Challah bread and candles, the introspection of Rosh Hashanah, the lighting of menorah candles, the discipline of Passover, and though I’ve never built a Sukkot, I think I would like sleeping under the stars on an autumn night. I love the joyful message of Diwali with a wish for peace and harmony and the seven principles that Kwanzaa is centered around. I love the idea of the Lohri bonfire festival when the weather is cold and the kite festival, Uttarayn, to celebrate the beginning of Spring.

With labels removed, I find the essence of each holiday to be the same, love. Holidays are times to gather family and friends, to reflect and appreciate, to celebrate life and to share laughter. Perhaps this is why I have always felt strongest about Thanksgiving and have been drawn to this holiday that no one religion has claimed and commercial retailers aren’t interested in. For this reason, Thanksgiving remains pure. We all gather together to celebrate the blessings of this life, expressing our gratitude in as many different ways are there are people among us.

When my children were small I began making a big deal of Thanksgiving. Traditions were important. I wanted them to have solid memories that they would pass down for generations. The same menu each year, many of the items from my childhood: cornbread dressing, sweet potato casserole, brown-n-serve rolls, collards, pears with cream cheese, deviled eggs, sweet tea, and pecan pies. We added items from their father’s family: corn casserole, stuffing, and mashed potatoes. Turkey roasting was our own creation complete with a brining tradition and a “gooble-gooble BAM!” seasoning ritual.

Some of my happiest memories are bare legs on the countertop, covered in flour, helping me cook. With four children, for many years, at least one would help with Thanksgiving preparation. As they grew older, sometimes the only help would come in the form of a licked beater or occasionally being available to reach something from a high shelf but I knew in my heart the tradition still mattered and they noticed. They noticed the apron I wore and the hours I spent in the kitchen for days leading up to Thursday’s dinner. They noticed the holiday music and that their favorite foods were prepared. They counted on the tradition and for many years, relied on it as proof that their world was okay.

It was for this reason that I promised them nothing would change about Thanksgiving when their Dad and I divorced. Looking into the scared eyes of my four children,with the best of intentions, I made a promise that I should not have made. For all the same reasons we are no longer married, it was not a realistic idea. Of course things would change because Thanksgiving is not just a day. It’s not just the food and the football. Thanksgiving is a feeling. It’s about gratitude and love. Thanksgiving is coming together with those you hold dear, reflecting on the past and looking forward to the future. Thanksgiving is a time of celebration and tradition. For me, it’s a time of blessing my family with nourishing food, joyful music, laughter, and love.

This year for the first time in 26 years, I won’t be with my children on Thanksgiving Day.  This is a choice I have made after several years of fulfilling an unrealistic promise. I don’t know what it will feel like to wake up that thursday morning and not spend the day in the kitchen. Honestly, I’m a little scared and for that reason, I’m going away for a change of scenery. I worry about how they will feel that day and I hope for understanding. This is a huge step for me. By giving up the day, I am taking back my Thanksgiving.  I’m going to embrace the spirit of the holiday in its pure form without pressure to make it about one particular day. I will bake all day saturday, filling our home with holiday music and the aroma of roasting turkey. On Sunday our home will be filled with family, our bellies filled with food, and our hearts filled with love.

And maybe, if I’m lucky, I can get someone to help put up the tree before they leave.

A Thanksgiving Day Post

I am reminded of the song lyric, “some of G-d’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.”  Throughout this month of intentional gratitude, I have spent some time each morning appreciating all that my life is and all that I have.  I have so much to be thankful for, most notably my family starting of course with my children who have blessed me beyond anything I imagined possible.  Going beyond the  obvious gratitude for my immediate family, I began to recognize the fact that I am grateful for the presence of people in my life that I would not have if I had been in charge of things from the beginning.

My earliest memory of having a strong desire to control the make up of my family goes back to October 1967 when momma went to the hospital to give birth.  I was adamant, at the age of 3 years old, that she would bring home to me a baby sister.  I remember daddy laughing at me when I told him that a boy baby would not be acceptable and I would refuse to love him.  Thankfully I was wrong.

So many times I resisted change.  Always thinking that I knew what was best and rarely conceding when I was wrong.  My parents divorced when I was ten.  I resisted a new home, new school, and new friends.  I was reluctant when my parents dated and was admittedly a little angry when they introduced me to people that I could find no reason not to like.  I said there was no way I would ever accept step parents.  Thankfully I was wrong.

In 1978, momma asked me what I would say if she told me she was going to have a baby.  I quickly replied, “I’d be fine with it, as long as it isn’t a girl.”  Thankfully I was wrong.

I carried this stubborn notion that life was mine to choreograph into adulthood.  When things didn’t go according to my plan, I fought to change them.  I prayed harder that G-d would step in and ‘fix things’ for me.  I often beat myself up believing that if I just did things a little better or tried a little harder or wasn’t so selfish, then life would be happy and all of my plans would work out.  In reality, the more I resisted, the harder life became.  I thought I knew what was best.  Thankfully I was wrong.

Today I am blessed with a new perspective, one that comes through experience and time.  I look back over my life and see a brother and two sisters, two Dads and two Moms, extra grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, a huge list of friends, and many cherished memories, all of which I would never had known if I had been in charge of my life.  Thankfully I was wrong.

I’ve learned to have faith in the grander scheme.  I’ve learned to trust my instincts and to breathe through situations that I don’t readily understand.  I’ve learned that fear is the only obstacle to life and love is the only thing that matters.  I am grateful for every part of my experience, the things I welcomed and the things I resisted.  Life is so good today.  I am blessed.