Post-Thanksgiving Moment of Contentment

I had it all plotted out. Everything was on a spreadsheet with things to do each day leading up to the day of the feast. For the first time ever, my parents turned the holiday over to my husband and me.

Well, mostly.

I should explain. Thanksgiving is my mother’s favorite holiday. Her cooking skills are phenomenal, and she loves having the whole family (or as many as can make it) at the table. She even makes us take turns saying something we are thankful for. It makes her incredibly happy.

Oh, and she makes two turkeys every year so that everyone gets leftovers.

Yes, two.

This year, my dad caught a virus the week before Thanksgiving. Mom made the “executive decision” that if he didn’t feel better by Saturday or she caught it, then someone else would have to take over. By Friday, she decided it was best to host at my house but still planned on making her birds.

And the stuffing.

And the gravy.

So, I thought about the best way to make this happen, knowing how unpredictable my post-covid challenges can be. (For those that haven’t followed along from the start of this blog, I live with fatigue, brain fog, and a few other fun things). Then I made my spreadsheet, delegated details to anyone planning on coming (with their agreement, of course, I’m not a dictator!), and started prepping the house. My husband was practically beaming. He’s been wanting to host for the last two years.

Then, it happened.

The day before Thanksgiving, Mom tested positive for covid.

Another family member hurt their back.

Once we were sure Mom was okay, we figured out the best way to ensure she could still make her birds and still get them to us in the most healthy and safe manner.

The other family member, the one that hurt her back, felt well enough to cook their sides, and their significant other offered to help do some delivering.

With help from everyone able, all three households had a full Thanksgiving dinner. Three of our five kids, a spouse, and two grandchildren came over. Our house was filled with the familiar scents of the season and warm laughter.

And me? I was filled with contentment for accomplishing such a wonderful day…with a great deal of appreciated help from the family.