Thanksgiving Preparation

I sat down this evening to think through our Thanksgiving plans.  I do love to plan for the holidays.  While doing this, memories of holidays past come to mind so freely.  I see my mother plan, make her notes (steno pad, blue ink), and devote an entire week preparing for her family.  The grandparents would come or we would all load up and visit my Aunt Kay’s dairy farm.  There was often an extra guest or two, even a few who would happen to wander by sometime on that Thanksgiving day.

I remember my first attempts at Thanksgiving dinners.  I don’t recall any true disasters, but boy oh boy, the exhaustion on Thanksgiving night was most unexpected.  Mom never seemed tired, she was always smiling, but I know she was…  I wonder if I helped her enough?  Did I help with dishes with that same smile?  I doubt it.  Mom had a grace that I am just beginning to recognize, even though I last saw her face in October of 1990.

My menu is planned on computer paper & in pencil; filed away in my household notebook.  I will shop like my mother did; list in hand, up and down every aisle.  I will probably even stop and bring something home for dinner.  We always laughed about that, but did it anyway.  My Thanksgiving dinner hasn’t changed much from the Thanksgiving dinner my mother prepared. 

Baked turkey, homemade dressing & potatoes & giblet gravy.  The essential green bean casserole, 5-cup salad, and plain corn so we can mix it up with our potatoes & gravy.  Pumpkin pie w/a storebought crust.

What I really want for Thanksgiving is that grace — the grace of an experienced, upward looking woman.   The kind of grace that doesn’t come before a number of grey hairs make their glorious appearing.  The kind of grace that doesn’t get snarky when feet are swollen and backs are aching.   The kind of grace that smiles, after barely exiting a spotless kitchen, when a crowd seems to gather looking for another slice of pie or the makings for a turkey sandwich.  I want that.  I want that for my mother.  I want that for my family.  I want that for Jesus Christ. Lord, this is a special crown that took me a long time. I learned it from You and the mother You gave me.

Add to my Thanksgiving prep notes:  Psalm 84, Proverbs 4, Titus 2

“Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.” Philippians 4:6

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11 Responses to Thanksgiving Preparation

  1. heathertopia says:

    That was beautiful Sheri ❤ . I too am a steno pad list maker…they are the best! I have them laying all around the house with some sort of lists of various things written on their pages.

    For the past few years I have made the Thanksgiving dinner and love every tiring minute of it…lol. I love seeing everyone enjoying the food that I cooked and so enjoy hearing all the compliments and seeing Jessica’s eyes sparkle, looking at all the foods(especially the pies, cake, cookies…lol) and spending valueble time with her family.

    You, in fact, have been a part of our Thanksgiving dinner for the past 2 years now! Every Thanksgiving I now make your Banana Pudding and Zucchini Bread 🙂

    Thank you Heather. 😆 I am honored to be ‘present’ at your Thanksgiving table. That was my Mom’s Zucchini Bread recipe, too! 🙂 ~S

  2. What beautiful memories.

    We have never had Thanksgiving here at home.

  3. Elaine says:

    Sheri, you are reminding me of my mom with your memories of yours. Mom too would make her list, usually based on whether we were staying home, having company or being the company elsewhere, and do her shopping, though she didn’t usually bring something home for dinner as dad would rather she cooked his food. 😆

    I know that I didn’t help my mom near enough. If fact unless she asked I never thought to volunteer, 😦 I have no idea when I’ll share another Thanksgiving with my parents since they’re in Maine and I hate traveling at the holidays that far.

    Thanks for the memories.

    You are welcome, Elaine. I’m not much for traveling, especially flying, over the holidays either. ~S

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  5. celticmuse says:

    My grandmother who raised me died in Oct. of 1990 as well. I so miss her and the rules of etiquette as well as the family holiday meals. She didn’t have quite the grace that your mom had but she did have a great deal of unconditional love, something sadly lacking in my own mother. I have tons of it, it seems as if it skipped a generation. We are eating at home this year and I’m looking forward to it. No inlaws to judge me or hurt my feelings or ignore me. Just a loving husband, and our children, perhaps my older ones will stop by as well.

    I hope you have a very blessed Thanksgiving, Michielle! ~S

  6. Melanie says:

    Lovely post, Sheri! You are bringing back fond memories for me. 🙂 May we all find a little extra grace this year.

  7. Donna says:

    Grace is a most desirable quality. I don’t have it today. 😉

    Stopping by and picking up something for supper on the way home from buying groceries has got to be one of the most understated funniest things that people do.

    This is a lovely entry Sheri! :heart:

  8. tressays says:

    Sheri, that is a touching entry. Thank you for sharing the beautiful memories of your mother.

  9. gingerporter says:

    That was so eloquently said…..Thanks for reminding me what it’s all about. What lovely memories of your mother…..((()))

  10. Sheri says:

    Thank you all for the sweet thoughts & comments. 🙂 I’m quite thankful for friends like you.

  11. Chrystal says:

    I misss the holidays at home. You always made everything taste perfect and had the house decorated so beautiful. I will never forget my memories of the holidays. Hopefully my boys will be able to say the same someday. You’ll have to pass your tips and secrets on to me, Mom. That way I can make sure my kids have the same great memories as I do from family and holidays. Love You! 🙂

    Thank you Hon, those are sweet words to a Mom!

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