It's American Thanksgiving once again. While you're reading this post, I'm preparing food for my family. I may not be a mother, but I am female enough to enjoy putting together a good meal for my loved ones. I absolutely love the hustle of Thanksgiving.
One of the traditions from my childhood was to "shoot" the turkey. I grew up in Las Vegas, so we weren't hunting our own food. My mom just liked to play with us kids. So when we were toddlers, she had us on the counter while she prepped the bird. She then proceeded to pick it up and make it flap. "Quick, kids, it's getting away. Shoot it down." Finger guns fired, and turkey plopped back into the sink. Just one of those things that made Thanksgiving fun.
There weren't a lot of old traditions with my mom, but she tried to make some lasting ones for my brother and I. And traditions that most families didn't have, just to be different and able to say they were ours.
So that's what I'm thankful for this year: a mother who did her best to make us happy.