Over the river and through the woods…to Grandmother’s house we go. Doesn’t the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday conjure up images of the Norman Rockwell painting where those infamously happy family members gather around the table waiting to be served the delicious turkey Grandmother is placing in the center of the tab? I smile as I write this because I’m not all that convinced this happy family has ever driven 7 hours in a car or flown across the country with small children, on what is universally known as one of the busiest travel days of the year.
My husband would agree. Especially because he always seemed to
be the target when our son’s diaper decided to “leak out the back” just prior to our plane landing on the tarmac. 20 minutes earlier our older son accidentally knocked Mom’s complimentary drink promptly into his lap.
“Did you have to order the grapefruit juice dear?” he’d ask, smiling through tightly clenched teeth.
“I’m certain the passengers aren’t staring ,at you, honey,” I mused as he stood up, his lightly colored dress pants noticeably drenched in a rather embarrassing area.
Isn’t traveling out of town with kids in tow memorable? Like the time we bought a 32 oz. Root Beer for our 8 year old and didn’t realize he drank the entire bottle in 2 minutes and 42 seconds. That is, not until he pleaded from the 3rd row in the back of the minivan to “PPPPPLEASE pull over – I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go!!” Certainly our van pulled off the side of Interstate 75 with an impressive 4 foot stream gushing out the side door was a memorable sight to behold for passersby.
Can you relate?
Looking back, our family has precious memories that typically began with a plane trip or car ride to see Nana and Pop Pop, Grandma and Grandpa, and our rather large family. Those are the trips where playing the animal naming game or seeing how many different license plates you can spot bring a smile of “family tradition” to our minds. Gathering with family during the holidays are what traditions are borne from. And even though it can be a tiring, stressful situation between point A and point B, in the end it’s worth the extra effort when you are sitting around the Thanksgiving table, grateful to be looking at the many faces of the most important people in your life who shape the person you are in one way or another. After all, family roots run deep. My Mom always told us she was proud to give her six children “roots and wings”. Roots as in “you are unconditionally loved” and Wings as in “I love you enough to let you fly out of the nest and pursue your dreams.”
When all is said and done, family memories made along the way certainly make for great stories while sitting around the holiday table for years to come.
After the statue of limitations has run out – and your pants have dried of course.
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