Saturday Thanksgiving and Other Acts of Selfless Love

When my husband and I married, almost 23 years ago, our first two holidays were probably fairly typical of newly-marrieds.  We rushed about from one place to another, wanting to please everyone while attempting to make traditions of our own.  Once we began having children, the holidays continued to evolve in ways that put a great many demands on the scant 24 hour period in which they took place.

Just before our third year of holidays rolled around, my mother made an announcement that forever changed the landscape of the holidays.  “From now on,” she proclaimed, “I will have Thanksgiving on the Saturday before Thanksgiving.”  I didn’t realize it at the time but that was a beautiful act of selfless love on my mother’s part. 

For me, it simply meant that Thanksgiving would be the one holiday that didn’t involve a whirlwind of activity, a rush of movement from one place to another.  It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy that sort of holiday pandemonium, but, rather, as my own family grew, it did make for a hasty retreat from one locale to another right about the time I was getting myself situated.  Living in the cold Midwest also meant that bundling the little ones for their trip from one home to the next was an adventure in and of itself.  But it was good, make no mistake about it.

But that Saturday Thanksgiving came to be my absolute most favorite day of all.  There was something very soothing to the soul to get up on that particular day, year after year, and begin the holiday season at my mother’s home.  It never occurred to me, as I enjoyed the aromas of homemade bread wafting from the kitchen into the living room, just what this meant for my mother, as well.

I have come to see, now, that it was truly an act of selfless love on her part.  After all, she didn’t scrimp on any of the dinner preparations nor the decorations.  Her home was always beautifully ornamented for Christmas and her joy came from our “Oohs” and “Ahhs.”  So simple, really.

Of course I now realize that it also meant that on the “real” Thanksgiving, her home was empty.

I remember more than a few times telling people how my mother had Thanksgiving on the Saturday before Thanksgiving and being a bit startled by the responses.  I remember one acquaintance who said, “Wow, my mother would NEVER do that!”  Of course I recognize that while that particular mother may not have switched Thanksgiving, I’ll bet she offered other acts of selfless love that may or may not have been appreciated over the years.  Moms just do that.

Saturday Thanksgivings and other acts of selfless love are what mothers are really all about.

Cheryl Dickow

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Cheryl Dickow is a Catholic wife, mother, author and speaker. Cheryl’s newest book is Wrapped Up: God’s Ten Gifts for Womenwhich is co-authored with Teresa Tomeo and is published by Servant (a division of Franciscan Media); there is also a companion journal that accompanies the book and an audio version intended for women’s studies or for individual reflection. Cheryl’s titles also include the woman’s inspirational fiction book Elizabeth: A Holy Land Pilgrimage. Elizabeth is available in paperback or Kindle format. Her company is Bezalel Books where her goal is to publish great Catholic books for families and classrooms that entertain while uplifting the Catholic faith and is located at www.BezalelBooks.com. To invite Cheryl to speak at your event, write her at Cheryl@BezalelBooks.com.

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  • Warren Jewell

    With no one else does our Lord share His grand Incarnation as He does with our Moms. For each of us her children, she was God’s very most vital gift for years. Then, like a guardian angel on long sabbatical, she retires to one side to see how her work blossoms.

    Thank You, Lord, for Your tender, generous gift of Moms – and remind us to our thanks 365 days a year.

  • Claire

    We had our turkey dinner the Sunday before Thanksgiving, and it was the best decision I ever made. Because it was at my house, I was able to dictate the timing of the meal in order to best fit my baby’s schedule. We were able to have both sides of the family. And it freed us up today to enjoy the day just the three of us. It also took the pressure off my mother to decide whether to spend Christmas with my brother’s inlaws out of state.

  • Claire

    Oops! I meant that it solved my mother’s dilemma about whether to spend Thanksgiving dinner with us our with my brother and his inlaws out of state.

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