One Turned Back-Gathering for the Feast-Thanksgiving

Last night I heated up my plate of mashed potatoes, turkey, and stuffing in the microwave. Every bite was delicious and filled with copious amounts of butter, but it wasn’t the same as eating it at Nanny’s round table. Gideon’s irritation at being woken up from a nap was explained when he tossed his cookies in the car. Rather than everyone missing out on the meal, lovingly prepared, I stayed home with Gideon, watched a Hallmark Christmas movie, and stroked his downy hair.

Last year our family’s holiday traditions were interrupted and changed by COVID. The Kilby side gathered together in our church with masks on, air hugs, and at different tables. It felt like one lonely potluck. It hit me hard. The past six months had been isolating for everyone, but it had come at a time when I needed more support than ever (fostering, Hashimoto’s, business stresses). And while the food was good, our gathering felt fearful and tentative and I began to cry. My heart longed for the gathering. The one where a hug was freely given and we squashed around a table.

This year I am thankful for the squishing into a home. I am thankful for the mountain of food prepared in a post stamp sized kitchen with littles toddling along. I am thankful to be invited to the teepee palace to pretend that the squirrel stuffy wants some tea. I am thankful to sit and visit over multiple conversations. I am thankful that even though I missed the dinner at Nanny and Papa’s that we will have more in the upcoming weeks. I am thankful the rest of my crew still went and enjoyed all their hard work.

This year I celebrate with many of you-We are thankful for the gathering together! The food is just a bonus.