Happy Thanksgiving to us all! Every year when we get together to celebrate Thanksgiving; not to mention eating until we groan—we remember Thanksgivings past. When we were kids and enjoyed the feast that our parents or grandparents made, we took it for granted that all Thanksgivings would be the same.
Now that we are the grownups and do all the cooking ourselves, we see Thankgiving with a new perspective. We remember those we have loved and lost, and feel grateful for those we still have with us. Now we are the ones who make the Thanksgiving feast.
We still may eat until the buttons on our pants fly off and burst into flame. We may laugh and talk about Thanksgivings past, and remember all those loved ones who have now gone on before us. Which makes me wonder; do they look down on us and laugh, remembering those Thanksgivings past too?
Considering that we are in a pandemic, we are being extra careful. Where we used to drive up to Maine to be with the grandgirls on Thanksgiving day, we are staying at home and will make our own Thanksgiving meal. Of course there will be phone calls and getting online to see each other; this is our new normal for now.
But just the same, we have a lot to be grateful for. I found the following poem that to me says it all for Thanksgiving:
When Giving Is All We Have
Alberto Ríos – 1952-
We give because someone gave to us.
We give because nobody gave to us.
We give because giving has changed us.
We give because giving could have changed us.
We have been better for it,
We have been wounded by it—
Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.
Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
But we read this book, anyway, over and again:
Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
Mine to yours, yours to mine.
You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
Together we are simple green. You gave me
What you did not have, and I gave you
What I had to give—together, we made
Something greater from the difference.