Be thankful…

…for all you have.


Thanksgiving, not Christmas, is the big holiday in our home and usually the one I go all out for.  Some of you know the last few months have been especially challenging for me with my husband’s ongoing issues with End Stage Renal Disease, my chronic illness flares, and both our mothers being seriously ill in other states.

But… life goes on and it’s Thanksgiving, right?

If this holiday had a cheerleader, it would be our oldest son, David. He talks about it and shares random photos from past Thanksgivings ALL YEAR. David begins planning the menu in JUNE… and this year was no different.

Except, it was different. He became silent on the subject in late summer and barely mentioned it as fall showed up. I was gobsmacked when he suggested going out to dinner or ordering a pre-made meal from the supermarket.

Who are you and what have you done with my son?

Suddenly, Thanksgiving became Game Day, Guys Day In and Movie Marathon Mania. I shrugged and buried my head in NaNoWriMo.

He knows my cooking routine quite well and before I can peel a potato or dice an onion, he tells me not to cook… he’s ordered something.

That something turned out to be a six-foot roast beef and turkey sub from Eegee’s.

His father and brother are still slapping him on the back, calling him The Man.

He said I didn’t know how to cook a turkey and have a seat. I always added a laundry list of side dishes and decorated and invited more people to dinner–and this year, it was just too much.

I’m grateful for my big kid and his siblings… who helped with the planning and made their own contributions.

I managed to add potato salad and a peach cobbler to the meal. I remarked how odd it was to not have anything containing cranberries.

The response?

“Christmas is only four weeks away.” 😀

Happy Thanksgiving!

A Turkey’s Tale #WritingChallenge

Happy Thanksgiving! 😉

Felicia Denise, Author

Wild Turkey

52-Week Writing Challenge: Week 47
Flash Fiction – Word Prompt: Thanksgiving

Myrtle Viellot focused on her knitting as her husband, Mendel, paced in front of her.

“You’re going to wear yourself out, Mendel. Sit down.”

Incredulous at her suggestion, he gestured wildly.

“Sit down? What is wrong with you, Myrtle? Aren’t you worried about Theodore? He’s been gone two days.”

She set her yarn work aside.

“I am worried, honey. But you know trips across the valley take longer during this time of year. He’s a smart boy. I’m sure he’ll remember everything you taught him.”

Walking over to the snack can, Mendel palmed a wing full of sunflower seeds.

“I just hope I told him enough. Did I tell him about hollowed out trees? I told him about hollowed out trees, right? And not to wander too close to the marsh at Duckford, right? I told him, right Myrtle?”

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