I have great memories of many a delicious Thanksgiving holiday meal. Some with family and some with friends. There is something about the smell of a turkey and that special meal that I just love. As a kid the meal magically appeared on the dining room table and I just saw a drumstick, mashed potatoes, creamed onions, and gravy all with my name on it. I didn't think much about what went into preparing the meal- as a kid I didn't have to.
Now, as a mother of 3 I have a totally different perspective; or I should say three different perspectives. There is mine, my husband's, and that of my kids.
For me- I aim to recreate the Thanksgivings I remember. Delicious meals, fun times, and wine flowing. (My dad always said the only wine to have on Thanksgiving was a Zinfandel as it is the only wine native to America.) This means cleaning, cooking, decorating, more cleaning and the final preparations of cooking. With time and planning ahead it's all possible and that's where my head is today- scheduling. In the meantime there is also making time for school celebrations for each of my older children. Speaking of- I need to make a pasta salad.
For my husband it's planning the beverages (wine and beer) and helping set up the house and straighten things up. He's not as much of a traditionalist when it comes to the wine so that's usually a fun job for him.
For my kids- it's all of these things. They want the Thanksgiving decorations (we really don't have any but I think they think we should), the Feast, and friends and family to be with. Each morning they ask me how many days until Thanksgiving. I think in my 7 years of being a mother this is the most excited I have ever seen them. Jokingly I said to a friend yesterday that I hope it turns out to be all they are hoping for. Truthfully, I do hope it is as wonderful a holiday as they want it to be.
Isn't this what it's all about? Even with the stress, I see that look in my kids eyes of wonder and excitement and would just hate to disappoint. We're creating traditions here! I think that for the first few years I was surprised at the amount of work. Now, I embrace it just as much as I look forward to seeing turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy all over my 10 month old's face as he has his first Thanksgiving.