Here’s something we should all already know about
Thanksgiving with small children. Contrary to your hopes and imagination, the day will, at least at some point, be more Rocky Horror than Rockwell. Every year, at least one of my offspring -- or failing that, the dog -- will invariably
find a way to derail the family’s dining experience.
My husband does all the work of preparing the big meals on the
big holidays. Even the shopping, you guys. I
love his ass so much for that. Until I became an adult and had to shop for,
buy, make fridge room for, prep, chop, stir, whisk, simmer, baste, and
roast a holiday meal – I had no idea just how much work went into Thanksgiving
dinner. And given that the whole holiday has evolved from and revolves around
the meal itself, I find it distressing and ironic that one of the following
five things will usually happen.
1. The ill-timed nap
Someone will fall asleep 5 minutes before the turkey hits
the table. It’s inevitable. Then you’re faced with the following choice: let
them sleep or wake them up. If you let
the kid sleep through dinner, then it’s not officially a “real” family dinner
because not everyone is at the table.
But if you wake them up, it could lead to…
2. The holiday melt-down
If you insist on waking up a 3 year old who wants to be
asleep, guess what’s going to happen? There will be tears and yelling and mucous
streaming and maybe that thing where you try to pick them up and suddenly they
go limp and somehow increase their body mass by 400%, leading to a thrown out back and a turkey you can't lift out of the oven. But let’s be honest, kids aren’t the only ones who have melt downs. I
used to suffer from Griswold Syndrome, where my ineffectual pursuit of the
perfect family holiday would result in getting my B on and being truly lovely
to be around. And then there's the tantrum that invariably happens when you find you didn't buy some critical ingredient, and every store is closed even though all of America is cooking.
3. This tastes weird
Imagine spending 10 hours cooking a meal, then serving
something to a group of people whose duty it is to praise the food and the
effort, no matter what it tastes like. Little kids don’t get that. They just
know what they like. That citrus cranberry relish may be good enough for Julia
Child herself, but a 5 year old is just going to see that’s it not macaroni and
cheese. And most will comment on that. They will also praise that which they
like the best. “These rolls are really good. They’re from the freezer, right? I
could eat ten of these.”
4. Something bathroom-related
One of two things may happen here. Someone small will really
need to go to the bathroom and decide not to go, resulting in some covert
sniffing followed by a conversation that includes the sentence: “Does anyone
know where that smell is coming from?” The
other option is the opposite. Someone will decide to hop up and use the bathroom
likes it’s their damn job at least ten times during the meal. Each trip will be
punctuated by cries of: “I have to pee!” or “Momma! Wipe my bottom!” or “There’s
something on the floor in here!”
5. Speed eating so they
can go watch TV
For some reason, on Thanksgiving, the TV seems to be on for
a good chunk of the day. It starts with the parade in the morning, followed by
an old movie or some holiday specials, and then of course… football. So while I’d like to say this is just a kid thing, I’d be
lying. While the smaller ones may run for the TV in order to take control of
the remote from the grown-ups for a few fleeting moments, the adults may do it,
too, sensing an imminent touchdown and scarfing down their dinners in the hopes
of seeing it happen.
All these things happen and you know what? It’s cool. Kids
are supposed to be kids, and I’ve learned the hard way that nothing is perfect
or ever goes as planned. What I’m looking for is a moment, even if it’s brief,
where we’re all together and on the same page. We have food – we are so lucky. We are warm inside on a cold day – so many are not. We are together - isn’t that awesome?! We’re grateful for
it all. That one moment makes the day a success for me. And it makes it a lot easier to giggle when I
have to ask where that smell is coming from.
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