There are a lot of stereotypes about Thanksgiving -- from the food, to the football, to the day after shopping insanity. But the number one stereotype about Thanksgiving is the stressful family time. There are jokes about stuffing the turkey with Prozac, holding an intervention, or drinking to make it bearable. I get these jokes. I laugh at them, sometimes uncontrollably, but they are not me and my family. No one at my Thanksgiving is an alcoholic. Or a drug addict. Or really anything other than our own special brand of crazy.
No, there will be no interventions at our Thanksgiving.
But if there were, they'd go something like this:
Let's start with me -- I am the most obvious choice since I am the one with the addictive personality. I am not an alcoholic, or a drug addict, but I DO have my addictions -- Facebook, this blog, coffee, Coke, my iPhone, sleep....the list is long. So as I would sit with my coffee and Coke on the table in front of me with my iPhone in hand as I checked Facebook and my blog wishing that I could take a nap after the big Thanksgiving meal, my family would try to reason with me. But I wouldn't hear them because I would be too busy updating my status.
Then there are my kids. They are all addicted to making messes, but they have their own addictions too. We'd try to reason with the oldest boy about his Lego addiction -- how it simply was not normal to not be able to come to the dinner table, watch TV or go to the bathroom without bringing a handful of Legos along with you. We'd try, in vain, to get the oldest girl to realize that it was simply odd the way she writes "I Love Justin Beiber" on everything she owns. Our pleas with the youngest girl that as awesome as the color yellow is, there are other colors that she can wear, other crayons that she can use, and other foods that she can eat that are NOT yellow, would fall on deaf ears. And telling the 3 year old that dinosaurs were not, in fact, the only animals in the world would be an exercise in futility.
We could try to tell my father-in-law that it was indeed possible to come visit us without repairing something, painting something, cleaning something, or knocking holes in our walls. We could plead with him that he could come visit us for more than 36 hours because whoever he was digging a pool for, or building a deck or fence for, or renovating for would understand that this was Thanksgiving. But he would be too busy taking something we own apart to improve it and would probably never hear a word we said. (This is not an exaggeration -- he has been in my house for less than 5 hours and already has plans for 6 different "projects" he wants to complete while he is here.)
Then there is my mother-in-law. Everyone always talks about how they can't stand their mother-in-law, but mine is great. The only intervention that she needs is that she is not, in fact, Santa. She doesn't just shower my kids with "stuff" at the holidays, although it is definitely worse during the last few months of the year. No, she buys them stuff all year long. All they have to do is ask and she will do everything within her power (and credit limit) to make it happen. Should we try to intervene with her at Thanksgiving, she would not hear us because she would have the Toys R Us Big Book Of Toys on her lap and be surrounded by the 4 minions chanting choruses of "I want that, and that, and that and..."
Finally at our Thanksgiving table is my husband. I cannot think of one thing I need to intervene with him about. The only things that he is addicted to are me and throwing his dirty clothes on the floor. I can live with that.
I will take my family with all of their quirks because they are awesome and we all love each other -- warts and all. I hope that you are able to enjoy your family this Thanksgiving as much as I will enjoy mine. Take a little time to appreciate the flaws that make them even more lovable.
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