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Thanksgiving memories
Nov. 24th, 2011 03:31 amToday is going to be the first time I've spent Thanksgiving with my extended family since 2008, which was a little surprising to realize. In 2009 I spent it in the hospital with my mom, then last year my dad came up here (he usually lives in Kentucky, and my brothers and I are in Michigan) to spent time with us since Mom died and it would have been awfully awkward to have him come to dinner with mom's family so I just stayed home and made a full Thanksgiving dinner for the four of us.
I remember that in 2008 I was asked to make dessert for everyone, and I wanted to make something special so I stayed up all night trying to make this fancy thing that just went completely wrong on every step after the first. It ended up tasting delicious, but looked incredibly ugly.
I was so sleep deprived and stressed out about everything that could go wrong going wrong (while still resulting in an edible product) that when my mom came before we head up to the family's and I showed it to her I ended bursting into tears. I think that's the last time she ever really hugged me; I have pretty major touch issues, and while I can be the one giving a hug I usually get tense and twitchy if someone else initiates one and she understood that. That time was one of the rare times when it did just give me comfort instead of making me horribly uncomfortable; I let her keep hugging me for a few minutes, and after I calmed down she told me that (along with the fact that I was crying in front of her in the first place, I also don't generally let people see me cry) let her know just how upset I had to be.
Now it's a happy memory, in spite of what a wreck sleep deprivation had turned me into, but the type of happy that makes me get all teary-eyed and wibbly for a few minutes when I think about it these days.
I remember that in 2008 I was asked to make dessert for everyone, and I wanted to make something special so I stayed up all night trying to make this fancy thing that just went completely wrong on every step after the first. It ended up tasting delicious, but looked incredibly ugly.
I was so sleep deprived and stressed out about everything that could go wrong going wrong (while still resulting in an edible product) that when my mom came before we head up to the family's and I showed it to her I ended bursting into tears. I think that's the last time she ever really hugged me; I have pretty major touch issues, and while I can be the one giving a hug I usually get tense and twitchy if someone else initiates one and she understood that. That time was one of the rare times when it did just give me comfort instead of making me horribly uncomfortable; I let her keep hugging me for a few minutes, and after I calmed down she told me that (along with the fact that I was crying in front of her in the first place, I also don't generally let people see me cry) let her know just how upset I had to be.
Now it's a happy memory, in spite of what a wreck sleep deprivation had turned me into, but the type of happy that makes me get all teary-eyed and wibbly for a few minutes when I think about it these days.