It is evening here, and I have already posted today but I have something I want to share with whoever is listening... it's about giving thanks.
My blogging friends, you, have been sharing what you're thankful for this month; and I've been watching and listening and asking myself the same question. It's been wonderful, to be honest.
But about half an hour ago, my true thankfulness was put to the test. And I must admit that I rather failed!
Two weeks ago I ordered (from France) a turkey for our Thanksgiving celebration on Sunday. No one has off here on Thursday, so we have to pick a weekend day. I have invited family; there'll be twelve of us. So I ordered my Tom well in advance so I would get a nice plump fellow (plump in this country being around 14 pounds tops). Well, last year I got a 14 pounder and I was thankful in the extreme...sincerely!
My Russian went out to pick up the bird this evening and when he came home with Meagane, they kind of skulked inside. "How is he?" I came running. A turkey in our house is a grand affair ... we all want to evaluate him.
I could see just by how my hubby held him in the white plastic bag that he was on the skimpy side. My face must have dropped instantaneously. "Is that it?" I asked in disbelief. "Uh....I'm afraid it is."
We piled into the kitchen and I untied the knot. 8 pounds. An 8 pound Thanksgiving turkey. I thought to myself... "It may as well be a chicken!" And then I said it aloud. My sweet hubby who would do anything to bring a bit of home my way was crestfallen. "Look, I bought a huge bag of sweet potatos...and they say they're from the USA!"
Was I thankful? No. For the turkey? For the potatos? For such a sensitive husband and a sweet daughter who had driven 40 minutes to pick up my Tom? No, no no.
I vaccuumed (ever been there?) until I had gotten out most of my disappointment and then sat down to dinner. Time to pray. Ugh. Seriously? Meagane began... "Dear Father God, please make a miracle. Please make our turkey grow during the night so mom can have a happy Thanksgiving."
My heart burned within me. It's a day of Thanks, Allison. Thanks! I was immediately ashamed.
So in the wake of my disappointment and self-pity, let me just say what I am truly thankful for:
And that is family. Family who is patient enough to see me through a temper tantrum. I am thankful for God; who loves me despite my ungratefulness. I am thankful for peace and health and a warm, cozy place to live. I am thankful, deeply thankful, that I can care for my family with my own two hands.
And now, after all that, I can truly say that I am thankful for my puny Tom. We will dress his little body up in grand style and be thankful that there is, indeed, enough.