|Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving|
Monday, November 19, 2012
Posted by Debra Ann Elliott at 8:22 AM
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the days of Norman Rockwell's Thanksgiving no longer exist. It did when I was growing up in the sixties and early seventies. I can still smell my grandma's turkey and ham wafting through her kitchen. I can still hear the chattering of all my cousins. I miss those days. They stopped after my dad passed away and my mom and I moved three-thousand miles away from Thanksgiving.
After I got married and had kids, I tried to give them a heirloom Thanksgiving with all the trimmings. It didn't go as planned. Times were rough for myself and my first husband. With four children we barely made ends meet. My kids never had a Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving.
As time passed, kids grew up and went there own way. Now it's me, hubby,daughter, and grandson. We spend Thanksgiving, just the four of us around a tiny table wishing for that Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving.
It seems the older your children get the less they care about Thanksgiving. It's more about the food, playing video games, or watching football on T.V. The true meaning of Thanksgiving went out the door with yesterday's parents. It's our fault. We have become a society of fast-paced, let's get it over with Thanksgivings.
I want my grandson to experience a Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving, but he probably never will. My family is scattered about and the excuses are never ending. There is now a hustle and bustle that keeps my family from that Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving. What's your excuse?
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. Psalms 100:4 NIV