TAKING UP THE MANTLE

Today I'm thinking about time....passing.  I have no turkey in waiting, no bread to prepare for the stuffing, no 'fridge full of holiday foods to assemble, no list of what gets made when; no "good dishes" set out, nor cloth napkins ironed, nor fancy candles to light; nor extra chairs at the table; nor anticipation of the family arriving tomorrow from 'over the river and through the woods (or at least from across town and up I-5) to grandmother's house they go'.

This year the torch is passed.  Son One and his family moved into their beautiful new home 6 weeks ago and they are excited to christen it with the joy of family gathered for Thanksgiving.  For all my grousing at times about a holiday centered around one meal and how much work it is to pull off and clean up after (I'm not a cook), I admit to shedding a tear or two about this transition.

That said, I also admit to the tear-fest being exceedingly brief.  I saw immediately the perks of going elsewhere.  With the youngers taking on the food planning, shopping, and prep, finding enough chairs, setting the table, and cleaning up afterward, all I need do is show up with yams and brussels sprouts at the appointed hour.  With sons and daughters-in-law who love to shop, organize, and cook this is actually a dream come true.  And, in spite of the fact that in my family of origin the women hosted until they were no longer "able", I can let go of that outdated tradition and enjoy, while still perfectly able, NOT doing the day at my house.

So yes, my home seems a bit bare today and uncharacteristically quiet with no kitchen hubbub of preparations.  It is also peaceful, and I feel a sense of relief, as I look around at all my autumn decorations, sipping my coffee, feeling gratitude for my family and their not just willingness, but eagerness, to take up the mantle and continue the tradition of sitting down to a holiday meal together in celebration of thankfulness.

At least, that's the view from here...©