The other night, I was snuggling into bed with my eight-year-old son, when he asked me what my favorite holiday was. Without hesitation, I replied, “Thanksgiving, of course.” I could see the look of confusion on his face, as he could not comprehend how I could possibly choose Thanksgiving.
There is no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny. No trick-or-treating or candy hearts. There is nothing commercial or pretentious about this holiday.
It’s not fancy. We don’t use our best china or our freshly pressed linens. There is no Waterford Crystal.
It’s just my family at my parent’s home, just as it has been for the past 42 years.
As the conversation continued, I grew more and more aware of my feelings for this holiday and I realized how much this day truly means to me…but why?
Well it didn’t take long for me to figure out…
It is about watching my mom in the kitchen cooking dinner as she has done for us for over 42 years.
It is turning to my Dad as he leads us in prayer, saying thank you for all that we have, reflecting on our year gone by and remembering those who could not be with us.
It is looking around and seeing so many of the people that I love most in this life.
It is remembering the Thanksgivings gone by and remembering some of the greatest of the Greats; particularly my Grandparents.
It is being thankful for our future and embracing the newest generation that God has given to us; those that will continue to keep our family traditions alive.
It is sitting at the dining room table with my cousins as laughter permeates the room.
It is taking a moment of my day to truly stop and reflect on all of the blessings that God has bestowed upon me.
It is a feeling that I get; something that is deep into the core of who I am.
Over the years, traditions have come and gone and I am so grateful for every one of them. But, Thanksgiving is the one “constant” that I have had in my life. It is the one tradition that has always been there; the only one that has stood the test of time.
Mom and Dad, thank you for the memories of years past and thank you as you continue to offer us this great gift of our Thanksgiving tradition. It is a gift that you are now passing on to my children, as well. You will never know how much this day means to me and to my family. We are forever grateful.
At the end of our conversation, my eight-year-old looked at me as if I had three heads. As we shut the light off, he gave me a big hug, and he held on super tight as if he were about to say something really profound. “Well mom,” he said, “That’s great, but I still like Christmas the best.”
May your Thanksgiving be blessed with family, laughter, love and memories that you will cherish for years to come.
PS. What are some of your favorite Thanksgiving memories?