I have many Thanksgiving memories. Not one of them stand out more than the other.
There was the time my cousin was demonstrating his karate and I was holding his kick board for him. He kicked it. Hard. So hard that I swung it back and it hit a can of Coke sitting on the table. It took years before our grandparents ever let us take soda upstairs again. Another year, he was demonstrating his karate chop and BOY did he karate chop! There was an old, wooden high chair upstairs at our grandparents’ house and he ever so slightly tapped it. The high chair tray split into two, clean-cut slabs of wood. We still are not sure exactly how that happened.
One year that same cousin knocked over my glass of milk. Why is he always the perpetrator in my memories? It seems as if he is the one who always broke something or spilled something. It is actually really funny.
Last year was great. We have two little cousins now and they are such a joy to be around during the holidays. The two-year-old was tons of fun. My brother and cousin tried to trick her but she did not fall for it. She asked a simple question, “Where’s Josh?” (my cousin is Josh.) My brother piped up and yelled out “I’m Josh!” at the exact same time I pointed at the real Josh and told her “He’s right there.” She looked from my brother to cousin Josh and back and then smiled as she got the joke. While we were all getting food, my aunt had gotten her own plate as well as my little cousin’s plate. She placed both of them down at the table and my cousin was dipping her fork into the mashed potatoes. She then decided to steal some of her mommy’s food as well. When she realized that I had witnessed this “crime” she looked up at me and grinned a shy smile.
All of these wonderful memories are great and all but none are as great as the many memories I have of sitting at the “kids” table. If my aunt and uncle had been able to trust my cousin and brother with feeding the little one, I would have been able to sit at the adult table last year; however, since they could not trust them quite yet and the little cousin was still too young to be trusted to feed herself adequately, I was forced back to the “kids” table.
I have several memories of the “kids” table. When we were little, the table was right next to the adult table. When I was about 9 or 10, my grandparents added on an indoor porch to their dining area. The first year we ate out there, the room did not have a space heater and it was FREEZING! Why did they do that to us? There have been a couple of years where I got to sit at the adult table, however.
There have been a few Thanksgivings where it was at my aunt and uncle’s house and their table was big enough to accommodate all of us but the two boys…and even they somehow managed to squeeze in.
I look forward to this Thanksgiving (2010) and the memories it may bring. That little cousin and her little brother are now ages three and one respectively. They are certain to be tons of fun to be around!