Feliz #thanksgiving!! #thankful #turkey #grateful #family #familia
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. First, it is uniquely American (Canadian too!), and yet immigrants of all countries adopt it and customize it — growing up, there was always a side of rice or potato salad for example, and now, my husband (French) usually makes a gratin d’epinards (spinach gratin) to go with the turkey, and we always have wine!
Second, it is about family and food. No worries about gift giving or excessive decorating (I do like Xmas decorating!)… ok maybe it’s about excessive eating. We should be grateful for what we have all the time, but this day, you have to think about it!
Think about the parents who have lost their children, the families who have lost their possessions and homes, the people who struggle to make ends meet and put food on their table.
We may all come from different places, and have different sides with our turkey, and look differently, but we are all human. The joy, pain or happiness you feel is the same, no matter how you look, or if you say thank you, gracias, shukran, merci, toda, Grazie, xie xie, Spasiba, or mulțumesc.
When I was pregnant, hormones raging, I had a panic attack one day (not sure if you can call it that?) and I started crying hysterically… why? Because as a baby was growing inside me, I was perhaps more aware of life itself… being born, dying… and I started thinking about my parents. And I started thinking about the day when they will no longer be around. As a result, I started crying hysterically, and when my husband said “why are you crying?” I replied, “I don’t want my parents to ever die… I want them to live forever.” (in between sobs… it might have taken me a minute or two to get these sentences out.)
It is amazing how your perspective on so many things change when you become a mother. First, you experience and realize the extraordinary power of your body (you grew a human being inside you! Then… you make milk! HOLY COW –no pun intended!) For months after I gave birth I would look at myself and look at my son and say “that didn’t really happen… he didn’t really come out of ME…”
Second, and the most important thing I realized when I became a mom was the power of life and the reality of finite life… just as I am now giving life to a human being, someone gave life to me, and that there is a circle of life, birth, growth, death; and then it hit me: the awful reality that parents don’t live forever and that my time with them is precious.