As I get older Thanksgiving takes on a different meaning. No longer am I cooking a juicy turkey with cranberries for a crowd, no longer making our favorite baked apple pie with ice cream and coffee, no longer is it necessary to set up a kids table with little plates and kid size spoons. No longer are there large crowds to seat at the table, many of those folks are long gone.
Rather it is my daughter’s role to set the table for the small crowd we have with a smaller turkey and cranberries and coffee. It is she who is now the responsible adult organizing a hearty meal with vegetarian options and organic tea. No children’s table just yet.
The ghosts of Thanksgiving past can still be felt as she goes through the motions of the next generation. Memories come up with heartwarming stories told in front of a fire with quiet reflection.
It is my new role to be the elder and help where I can and savor every forthcoming Thanksgiving. I am reminded at just how grateful and lucky to have loving family, intimate meal with cozy conversations and turkey with cranberries and our favorite apple pie with coffee and another chance to be connected to those that matter.
Georgia
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