Turkeys
I love this time of year. Not only is it gorgeous outside, but our days are sprinkled with so many opportunities for fun and celebration. Every time I ask the kids about the things for which they are thankful, I find out all kinds of interesting things about who they are and the things they love and dream about. That’s a blessing that makes me more thankful than I can put into words. I’ll never forget the year that I browsed the turkeys on the door at preschool looking for Zoe’s “I’m thankful for…” list. I had to read it twice to be sure that I had the right one. On the turkey’s feathers (her fingers…the turkey was made from a cut out of her hand) it said, “my toys, my Papa, my sister, my brother, and my cat.” See, the things is, we don’t have a cat. And Kevin and I didn’t even make the list.:)
Tuesday, the girls sat at our kitchen table decorating paper turkeys. I had the best time listening to their conversation as they worked. Zoe said, “Now Riley, you need to make him look really silly so that no one will eat him for Thanksgiving.” That’s so Zoe. During the days of the election, Zoe told me that she liked Barack Obama and John McCain. “Maybe they could both win, Mom.” Zoe has such a tender heart. She never wants anyone to get their feelings hurt. So, you can understand that I was not a bit surprised to discover that what she’s thinking about as we get closer to Thanksgiving is all those turkeys that will not make it. Too bad for the ones that look good enough to eat.:)
The girls worked so companionably and diligently decorating those turkeys, and finally brought them into the kitchen to show them to me. Riley’s turkey appears to be hiding behind a row of carefully spaced ribbons. No one can eat him if they can’t find him.:) For Riley, solutions are always more logical than emotional. Who cares how the turkey looks? He just needs a good way to hide.
