Immune to the din of her shrieking brood,
She skillfully crafts the feast day food,
And presents the laden table to all those invited,
The roar now silenced as grace is recited!
(R Weisser Thanksgiving 2012)
Looking back as an adult, I wonder how my mother did it.
There were twelve of us on an ordinary day, but Thanksgiving brought grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins to our house for a big, noisy, day of revelry.
I can’t even begin to imagine how much preparation and work it took to create such magical memories for us. And while I may not have appreciated the incredible logistics of producing such a festive event at the time, I sure do now!
And while I am no longer able to thank mom in person, I want her to know that I am grateful for all she did to make Thanksgiving so special.
And I still look back with fond remembrance on those special times!
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