So today was Thanksgiving, when it is mandated that we play happy families and be thankful for everything. While I do love my family, there are times when it's easier to love everyone in small doses. I recall really disliking big family dinners where I got quizzed about minute details of my life and got relegated to the kids' table because I wasn't married (and I was thankful for Grandmother who may have sensed my disgruntlement and sat at the kids' table too because she wasn't married either). Yet, I miss my family. I wish they lived closer or could visit more frequently. I wish we could travel more ourselves. I wish we could drive each other just a bit battier so we'd be happy for time apart.
We had a lovely, relaxing day doing nothing much in particular. We had a nice Thanksgiving lunch, thanks to several local farmers and our own efforts. I didn't get a headache or a stomach ache. But the Spawn is never going to have the connection with her grandparents that I had and have with mine. She is never going to have aunts and uncles and cousins around except in the most fleeting way. And holidays like this bring that home.
I have my health, for the most part. I have a most excellent spouse. I have a wonderful, if at times exasperating child. I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back (and front and legs, etc.), and good food to eat. For all this I am truly thankful. But virtual family isn't the same.