I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I have a small family, and around the holidays I look enviously at big huge family dinners.
It seems like so much fun to have a huge get together with tons of aunts, uncles, cousins and in-laws and several different generations represented!
It’s not that I don’t relish spending Thanksgiving or Christmas Day cooking a meal with my mom, a meal that will be eaten by the two of us and my husband, and scorned by my two children.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate our table set for five where the second an adult opens his/her mouth some preschooler decides he or she has something to say that simply CANNOT wait.
It’s not even that I don’t love these four people more than anything in the world.
It’s just that I wish our dinner could happen in the midst of other family members and friends; I wish it could be amped up with more people. I guess I’ve fallen prey to the commercials and TV shows and movies that scream “It’s not a real holiday unless the amount of people in your house equals the amount of extras in the Braveheart battle scenes.”
Some of my friends from large families wouldn't trade their Million Cousin Dinners for the world, but others tell me I’ve got it all wrong. Those big events, they claim, at best fail to live up to my warm fuzzy expectations, and at worst, are like being trapped in a Smart Car with with a large farty dog.
Well, okay then.
So for anyone who needs a reminder not to look so longingly at the holiday BAFD (big ass family dinner), here's a reality check for you.
There. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling better about my tiny family already.
Have a super Happy Thanksgiving!