Thanksgiving Mehness

Thanksgiving is a few days away. As the turkey begins to thaw and the grocery store cashiers break up a fight over cranberry sauce in aisle seven, I find myself feeling ambivalent to the upcoming holiday. Holidays have always been hard for me, maybe its part of being raised in the “wasn’t hugged enough as a child” category.

In all seriousness though, being a constant guest to other’s special occasions has taxed my holiday spirit. The coffers were all but dried up by the time I had children. Where most spend their autumn and early winter excited to spend time with family members that they don’t always get to see, I spend it sipping my pumpkin spice and prepping myself mentally for the onslaught of images of happy families that will undoubtedly fill my Facebook newsfeed. Generations of togetherness, gathered with smiles and an abundance of love.

To say I am jealous would be underselling my envy. If you turn down the angry music, sarcasm and peel away the tattoos, I am nothing more than someone who spent one too many holidays feeling like I shouldn’t exist.

In my early adulthood (late childhood might be a more appropriate term) I had created strong ties with friends. These ties weren’t genetic, these people did not share my blood. They shared my sadness. The holidays were lonely for them too. Black sheep, cast outs, fuck ups, we banded together to celebrate on the days when families gathered. Merry band of misfits, not having to sit uncomfortably trying not to be seen in a room full of strangers who expected more from us than we had to give.

When I made a family, with the wonderful woman who took the time to peel those layers away (Us disenfranchised youth are like ogres, which are like onions, we make people cry or something) I thought all that might change. I thought, “Hey, now I have family I feel love for. I have family who makes me feel wanted.”

We still kept our table open, for those fuck ups without places to be on a crisp November day. Their will always be a spot at the table for those in need of it. I know my table has become uneasy for most of them sadly. We banded together in the bonds of not having anyone and I broke the rules by making a family of my own.

This year, there will be an empty chair at the feast. My wife, who works in a super secret highly confidential job (I don’t know how much of her job I am allowed to disclose, she does social work, helping people with disabilities learn how to live on their own or something like that), will be at work.

Now, yes, tons of families everywhere spend holidays missing someone at their table. I am not sitting here on the floor crying at my lot in life. Okay, maybe I am a little. The truth is, the people she works with, they need her more on this holiday than I do. All my selfishness in the world can’t deny that. It doesn’t make spending the holiday without her easier on me.

A part of me wants to cancel the event, get Hungry Man tv dinners and watch football with my kids. Even when I don’t mean to, I have already prepared myself for the letdown of the holiday season, it would be nothing for me to sit it out and pretend it was any other day. I could change the date, have a Thanksgiving another day of the week I suppose. Maybe then I could make all holidays fall on convenient dates, Ezra’s birthday is no longer the day after Christmas! I decree it will be right after tax returns, like his brothers.

I spent so long feeling incomplete on holidays, I am just not ready for that feeling again.

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2 comments on “Thanksgiving Mehness
  1. You can make the ‘special holidays’ be anything you want. That is the one upside of being an adult at the Holidays. A few years ago my inlaws wanted to go to the Bahamas for Thanksgiving to celebrate their anniversary. In theory that sounds awesome right? In reality it sucked. Up at 3am on Thanksgiving, traveling with a bitchy sister in law, and knowing that we had to jam 10,000 activities into 3 days because it all had to be perfect. Oh yeah, and my daughter was running a 101 degree fever the whole time, but still had to do all the activities because it had to be perfect! You should see her face in the photo of her petting the dolphin!
    My favorite part of that holiday was Thanksgiving 2.0, when we had our kids friends over for dinner the following Tuesday.
    TV dinners and football with your sons sounds awesome. Celebrate another day with your wife, who cares what the calendar says!
    Oh and by the way, I have a cousin born on Dec 26. They celebrate her birthday on July 26. 🙂
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  2. The key to enjoying the holidays is 1) realizing you can make it anything you want it to be, and 2) finding a way to celebrate even the smallest of things. Your lovely wife can’t be there on Thursday? On Saturday, host your own turkey dinner. Or change it up. Make it a Pranksgiving dinner. Think of the possibilities. Find out when Hannakuh begins and celebrate with potato latkes and jelly donuts. Look up the principles of Kwanzaa and celebrate every one. It doesn’t matter what you believe or how you were raised. Celebrate it all. Traditions have to be started somewhere. So start them. You get to choose how it goes.

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