
Wednesday November 21, 2007 at 9:30pm I was in my bedroom on my knees praying for a wonderful Thanksgiving with my family. To some, the notion of me praying for a happy holiday may sound absurd, but growing up in my family, prayer is a must. Due to so many people with different attitudes and points of views, we would be so lucky if we could agree on who was making which dish or at whose house we would be eating. Thursday morning at 8:00am I awoke to the sounds of Anita Baker in the background and my mom's voice singing her tune. In addition to that, the wonderful smell of a Turkey roasting in the oven had consumed the entire house. As I began to become more coherent, I couldn't help but smile and feel warmness in my spirit. Recently I was very sick and at times felt as if I was all alone. On that Thanksgiving morning from my bedroom window I saw the sun peeking through the bare trees, the wind gust by with leaves as its accomplice and my mom's best Anita Baker performance. At that moment I knew that we were gonna have a great holiday. My prayer must have worked because surprisingly, contrary to my original prediction, There was no one fighting, no one left early due to anger issues, and the queen blimisher of all time(my mom) was able to, as Professor C says, "Hold It".
As people began to arrive, so did the food and that was truly, indeed the main goal for everyone, TO EAT!! Normally, its tradition for the women to fix the man's plate of food and then their own, but this year a life long tradition was broken. The women ate first and when we were through making our plates, we went to the living room(family room), turned on the game and enjoyed ourselves. After making their plates, the men came out of the kitchen and expressed how they don't agree with the change in tradition, "come on man I missed the star spangled banner trying to fix my plate." said my older brother. I replied swiftly with the response, "if the men would cook, maybe we wouldn't mind making their plate." Everyone joined in with a laugh and slowly became quiet as the silverware clanked on their plates and their teeth chattered on the glasses. The family room is a very inviting place for a family to sit and converse. We discussed so many things from teaching my mom the new and latest "cool" dances to discussing politics. One thing that I also noticed was the ability of everyone to try and work toward making this a great holiday. For a moment we were discussing my older sister's new job. she received a job as a head start teacher, where they also pay for her to go back to school to further her career. Nikki(my oldest sister) was so happy explaining the new career, but also disclosed how tired she was from working all day, then going home to take care of two toddler boys and then preceding to go to school. My mother began how she always does, "Well I did it and if I could do it, so can you...Its not that hard." Silence filled the air because we knew where this was headed. My "hot-headed" sister turned beat red, but before she was able to speak, my mom corrected herself and apologized for potentially hurting her feelings. She readdressed the situation by saying, "I know its hard and at times you may feel overwhelmed, but when we have a family, sometimes there is no room to be tired." I thought that was great that they were able to fix that quickly before it spiraled into something else. Like we learned in class from watching the clip of "The Break Up" sometimes we have to figure out quickly how to manage the conflict, whether it be to lower your tone or being able to reframe. Joseph Joubert says, "The aim of an argument or discussion, should not be victory but progress."
The thing that makes my family unique is... is... is... I don't know, we are just a very weird set of people. This is the first actual functional holiday that we have had...EVER. We can be considered unique because when we get upset, we won't stay that way for long, its just for the moment. We all know that we are all each other's I-Thou and that selective communication wont change due to an argument. We are a very emotional bunch, even down to the guys, even though they beg to differ. I could continue my blog and tell you how contrary to my family's Thanksgiving, my relationship hit a halting brick wall when it came to this "spectacular" holiday, but we'll be here for hours. I guess I'll save it for another blog. Hope everyone's holiday was great.
As people began to arrive, so did the food and that was truly, indeed the main goal for everyone, TO EAT!! Normally, its tradition for the women to fix the man's plate of food and then their own, but this year a life long tradition was broken. The women ate first and when we were through making our plates, we went to the living room(family room), turned on the game and enjoyed ourselves. After making their plates, the men came out of the kitchen and expressed how they don't agree with the change in tradition, "come on man I missed the star spangled banner trying to fix my plate." said my older brother. I replied swiftly with the response, "if the men would cook, maybe we wouldn't mind making their plate." Everyone joined in with a laugh and slowly became quiet as the silverware clanked on their plates and their teeth chattered on the glasses. The family room is a very inviting place for a family to sit and converse. We discussed so many things from teaching my mom the new and latest "cool" dances to discussing politics. One thing that I also noticed was the ability of everyone to try and work toward making this a great holiday. For a moment we were discussing my older sister's new job. she received a job as a head start teacher, where they also pay for her to go back to school to further her career. Nikki(my oldest sister) was so happy explaining the new career, but also disclosed how tired she was from working all day, then going home to take care of two toddler boys and then preceding to go to school. My mother began how she always does, "Well I did it and if I could do it, so can you...Its not that hard." Silence filled the air because we knew where this was headed. My "hot-headed" sister turned beat red, but before she was able to speak, my mom corrected herself and apologized for potentially hurting her feelings. She readdressed the situation by saying, "I know its hard and at times you may feel overwhelmed, but when we have a family, sometimes there is no room to be tired." I thought that was great that they were able to fix that quickly before it spiraled into something else. Like we learned in class from watching the clip of "The Break Up" sometimes we have to figure out quickly how to manage the conflict, whether it be to lower your tone or being able to reframe. Joseph Joubert says, "The aim of an argument or discussion, should not be victory but progress."
The thing that makes my family unique is... is... is... I don't know, we are just a very weird set of people. This is the first actual functional holiday that we have had...EVER. We can be considered unique because when we get upset, we won't stay that way for long, its just for the moment. We all know that we are all each other's I-Thou and that selective communication wont change due to an argument. We are a very emotional bunch, even down to the guys, even though they beg to differ. I could continue my blog and tell you how contrary to my family's Thanksgiving, my relationship hit a halting brick wall when it came to this "spectacular" holiday, but we'll be here for hours. I guess I'll save it for another blog. Hope everyone's holiday was great.
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