Our turkey flew this Thanksgiving! It began its flight when I took it out of my oven then ended its journey on my dining room table. Some may be wondering how a dead turkey could fly. Give me a few moments of your time and I’ll tell you how!
My favorite day of the year arrived! It was Thanksgiving morning and everyone was still asleep. I could not let my family miss out on such a great day, so I blasted music, sang loudly and danced my heart out in the middle of the living room. Sleepy faces appeared and curled up on the sofa with the warm blankets that are stored next to the fireplace. Dad appeared and joined me in my “Wake Up” call by dancing with me.
Once everyone was fully awake, chores were assigned and Thanksgiving meal prep began. We started out with our family’s tradition of Thanksgiving breakfast. Quiche, pancakes, sausage and bacon. This part of Thanksgiving is important because I don’t usually make breakfast. My children love this part of the day!
Once breakfast was done, we started on meals for dinner. As our turkey warmed in the oven, I noticed the oven was on fire. Yes, the oven that I had planned to clean for weeks. The oven that was extremely essential for this moment. The oven that I needed right then was on fire!
I kept my calm as Ruben turned the oven off. I set myself to another task as I waited for the extremely needed oven to cool down. In my zest to wipe down the filthy oven, I broke the coil that makes it hot! I broke my oven on Thanksgiving day!
I must admit that I was a little delirious for about an hour. I mean, this is my favorite holiday and my turkey isn’t warm! I still needed to cook the ham and bake my peach cobbler! My favorite day was morphing into a tragedy!
We decided to send the turkey, ham and cobbler to my mom’s house to warm it up there. Our turkey began it’s journey to grandma’s house. After a while, my mom called to say that her oven couldn’t fit it all so the turkey would have to go to my aunt’s house to warm.
The turkey took it’s next expedition west to Auntie’s house. All the while, I had given up. I was tired. How could my oven break on Thanksgiving day? In order for me to effectively pity myself, I asked Jonathan to make his famous rice and peas. He kept asking me to help him, but I chose to wallow in my sadness in my bed with a Hallmark Christmas movie.
It felt fair to be upset. Things weren’t going my way! Pouting was just right. Sulking just felt like the right thing to do. You know, the right response to my upset in the day! I mean, guests were on their way over and I had no turkey. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, so I chose to brood over my day all alone.
As I sulked, John was in the kitchen. Jo was lying in his bed recovering from the previous day’s tooth extraction. Selina, Ashley and the girls were looking at dresses online. Jr. was in the bed with a fever and I had no idea where Jojo happened to be. Ruben was in the house too, tinkering with something. Josh is away serving our country, but he called.
My family was here and I was angry about a turkey!
Common sense became my friend once again and I quickly shut off the television. I remembered why Thanksgiving is my favorite day. I do love the food, but my all time most favorite part of the day is spending it with family. It’s the one day of the year that I can count on us all being together.
I love Thanksgiving!
More family and friends arrived. My aunt Cookie walked in with turkey, “Here is the turkey that flew all over Virginia!” We prayed, laughed and embraced. My favorite part of the day was the cuddling that occurred between Ruben and me on our living room chair when no one was looking. Football cheering and jeering went on. Christmas movies and old friends made the day even sweeter.
Thanksgiving is a simple reminder of who we are as a people. It’s an expression of our faith in a group of people who know us to the core. It’s a statement of our unity and an agreement of where we stand.
The house may be full of different people with varying ideas, but we use this day to confirm our connection to one another. Thanksgiving is our way of showing our solidarity as a community. The sharing of this meal in particular is a reflection of our heart’s hope. Our desire to be one, yet unique as individuals is our goal.
We can all be different, yet love. We can all not agree, yet love. We can each be who we are, yet love. That’s how it looks in our family on Thanksgiving day. We are a bunch of people who are one because of the blood we share, yet we are very different in our approach to walking out our faith. It took me some time, but I’m okay with that.
Thanksgiving helps me to stay connected to those who help to keep me linked to reality.
My flying turkey helped to make me remember why this day means so much. The historical truth of this day is relived every year when we share our tables with others. Hopefully this epiphany will continue in home each day of the year.
I’m grateful for the upset that occurred in my day on my special holiday. My dead turkey flew and ended up at the right place at the right time. Surrounded by lots of hungry people who have tried and tested love while ready to eat.