Andrea of "Bedtimes Are for Suckers": Every Thanksgiving for the last 30 or so years, I have been at one place and one place only: my parent's house. Every year, the same relatives show up ... the young, the old and the really, really old. Every year, I eat my own weight in my dad's amazing stuffing. (But, I admit, I pick out the celery.)
My parents live for Thanksgiving. Even though they are well into
their 70s, they've continued to host the event every year for decades.
Their house is always festively decorated to celebrate fall, their
favorite season. They look forward to it all year.
So how can I suddenly say, "Next year, I'm outta here"?
I have this crazy idea that this year I'm going to broach the
subject of having Thanksgiving at my house. As a new parent, I
have my own family now. I think it's time I tried my hand at this
Thanksgiving thing. But I don't want to hurt my parents' feelings. I
would, of course, invite them to my feast -- but the rest of the extended family? I'm afraid some of them wouldn't make the cut. It's
not that I don't love all of my relatives (OK, I don't), but the sheer
number of them would make it impossible to accommodate. Unlike my
parents, we live in a teeny house. That means it would be a small
affair ... which I think is all I could handle. I'm not renowned for my
cooking. I'd be a nervous wreck. While my parents can put together a
Thanksgiving bash in their sleep, I'm sure I would lose sleep hosting such an important family event. (Unless my Thanksgiving tradition included Swanson's Turkey Pot Pies.)
seems daunting to start my own tradition when doing so would mean
dismantling my parents' Thanksgiving legacy. Then again, how am I ever
going to get good at cooking and carving a turkey if I don't start now?
Am I not allowed to host my own Thanksgiving unless my parents are too old to do it themselves?
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