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new generations,
old & new traditions––
full circle
My daughter cooked her first Thanksgiving meal this year – each dish from scratch, including the pies. She prepared our favorites and added a couple of new dishes to the spread. It was delicious, every morsel. We had our first holiday dinner at my son's new home (his first house). He has now claimed Thanksgiving as 'his' holiday. Works for me. :)
It was an interesting mix of strange (what? I don't have to cook... anything?) and gratifying. That feeling of things coming full circle. It was also the first holiday without my dad. Each bite of sweet potato or pecan pie (two of his favorites and mine) carried a memory... like the year I attempted to make a sugar-free pecan pie for him. It was pretty awful, but he bravely ate it, anyway.
Oh, and the picture above is Luke's very first "hand" turkey. He asked me to help him trace his hand and knew to make each feather a different color. Why his turkey has four legs, though, I don't quite know... Lately, he's all about family relations – figuring out how each member fits: "You're my daddy's mudder and you're MY gran-mudder". We look at lots of old, childhood photos of his daddy, aunt and uncle as he processes the fact that they were once kids like him – "And I'll be BIG and STRONG like my daddy when I grow up." Yes, but I hope that day doesn't come so fast. I'm thoroughly enjoying his delightful, three-year-old self.
Life is more of a spiral than a circle, as we pass the torch from one generation to the next.
Haiku your heart here, with Rebecca and friends.
Peace to your heart & soul.
Lovely post...things change, the torch is passed.
ReplyDeleteyou must know you have been so close in my thoughts. even days before thanksgiving...preparing, i have found my thoughts returning to you, knowing this would be the first thanksgiving without your father.
ReplyDeletethis is a tender sweet post with the perfect hand turkey reminding us of the sweetness of youth.
thank you for being here, sharing your heart so fully.
The first hand turkey...I love it! Reminds me of my daughter's first and of my son's last year (where each feather represents something they're thankful for). So sweet, and I love your haiku as well!
ReplyDeleteLove the sweet family traditions and the move to making new ones.
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday !
thank you for sharing such a heart warming post abt turkey day... there is so much i can relate to as being a time of not cooking and watching the moments pass from prior to present... and the loveliest of haikuz...
ReplyDeleteDeb,
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post about changing traditions and passing the baton to the kids so that they can now make the big holiday meals. I did it for my mom many years. I know how it is. I miss her terribly every holiday. I am happy that you have your children and grandchild!
Blessings and Peace,
Noelle
The world goes round as the baton is handed down and old traditions meld with the new :)
ReplyDeleteHow neat to include the little one's hand print turkey! Wonderful haiku to accompany it.
ReplyDeleteYes, it really was a strange place to be. Will take some getting used to, I suspect. But not much. ;)
ReplyDeleteRebecca, thank you for your sweet compassion. Last year was our first holidays without my grandmother, who lived with us until she passed, and now this year we are missing my dad. Thankfully, we have the little ones to keep us focused on the joy.
I haven't had a chance to visit everyone. I'm just getting past a flu bug and feeling a little human, again. Thanks to each of you for visiting – I so appreciate your comments.
Deb