What Am I Thankful For?

Ah, Thanksgiving. Turkey, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, yams, gravy, bread, mashed potatoes, and…oh yeah. Family. Some may argue that family is the most important part of the holidays, but, if you live in a family of conservative nuts like I do, the most important part tends to be the food.

Every year, my siblings and I gather around the TV to watch the Macy’s Day Parade as my mother runs around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off. She grabs pots, pans, prepping the turkey and making sure the pies are in order. I am a firm believer that focusing on the food keeps her mind off of the fact that there will be over thirty family members in attendance today, most of which are oblivious to the fact that they are stepping into a liberal and more accepting household than what they create in their own lives.

With a sister who is gay, a brother who loves to paint his fingernails, and myself being a feminist and frequently outspoken and angsty teen on social medias, you’d think my family would get the message that we don’t support Donald Trump, Mike Pence, or any of the other conservative wack jobs and cockadoos who have been elected into office.

I’m not painting a very splendid or warm and fuzzy Hallmark picture for you, but to put it bluntly, this is my family. My family is yelling at the dinner table because about three of my uncles are deaf. My family is occasionally racist, and while I don’t agree with them, that’s just who they are. My family is prayers before meals and swear words during the football game. My family is my family, and I love them.

But hey, the food is still my favorite part, if I’m being honest here.