What I would give….

Over the years I have completed on the one day everyone should be thankful.  Trying to get our family from one house to another so we could make everyone’s Thanksgiving dinners usually made me grumpy.  As our family has grown with the adoptions of our five Littles I have even opted out of a few dinners because let’s face it not everyone’s house is child proof.  We have five very active, very bouncy, and sometimes very loud little loves. Many still question why we didn’t stop at two or are not sure how to handle wild man while he has a meltdown. So instead of defending our choices and our childern in some cases it was just easier to just let my husband go by himself or take our middle daughter.  She does better without her siblings around likewise they do better without her stirring up trouble among them. Besides  this would give me time to prepare dinner for my parents and if I was lucky my brother and his family.  

The stress of the holiday would always get to me.  Stress over little things like will we have enough turkey, will we need more chairs, will they be mad we didn’t go to their house, and countless other things would run through my mind.  My mom could be heard coming up the walkway fussing about how she left something she needed at the house while my dad helped her carry in bags of food that we would prepare.  He would say hello and quickly find a seat in the living room so he could watch the football games.  My kids would be running through the kitchen sneaking brownies and gripping sodas from the refrigerator.  I would be standing by mom at the stove listening to her tell me about something that had happened at her work or at the lodge all while stirring together her homemade stuffing. My brother and his family would walk in apologizing for running late. I would slap his hand are he would reach for a roll or a piece of turkey and tell him he could wait.  Hugs and kisses from my neice and nephew then of course our annual argument over who is playing better football the Pittsburgh Steelers or the Green Bay Packers.  My house, sorry sweet neice, no question it’s the Packers. Complete chaos kids screaming, and playing, and then screaming again.  My dad and brother snoring in the recliners again.  My husband pulls in just in time, the table is set, the food looks great.  There’s turkey, ham, mashpotatos, salad, rolls, green beans, baked beans, and mamaw Smiths classic noodles. We have pumkin pie, pecan pie, brownies and fudge. There’s so much food why did I ever worry we would not have enough?

This year however was so much different. It was just me and my husband and our five little loves.  He only had today off, not enough time to get to our old home or the farm and back.  So we made the most of what we had.  I made a turkey casserole and added a few sides. I spend the day watching movies with the kiddos and doing laundry while he worked on his truck and searched the Web for parts for said truck. The day was just a day.  There was still screaming and giggles and we watched the Parade but oh what I would give to have heard my smoke alarm go off because my mom burnt the rolls or to have smacked my brothers hand as he tried to take the last brownie, or to see my kids climbing up on my dad’s lap, or to see my oldest son and daughter walk through the door. Being away from them this Thanksgiving was hard on me.  I’m sure it won’t be the last holiday I have to miss.  I did get to talk most of them today which did my heart some good but what I would give to have been complaining about all those little things like I use to.  

From our beautiful chaos to yours if your complaining stop and take a moment to realize how blessed you are to have things to complain about.  We are way to blessed to be stressed.  Happy Thanksgiving from our family to yours.  

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