In thinking about this week’s post I could write about the many blessings I am thankful for. I could talk about the abundant gratefulness I owe to our Lord Jesus. I could list all the people, starting with my mother and ending with my wife, whom I am thankful to. Or, I could name all the ways I am appreciative of my beloved Wife.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving Day, I will do none of the above. Instead, I shall recall what my children were most thankful for on Thanksgiving Day, the gift of staying up really, really late. Allow me to elaborate… as if you didn’t see that coming.
The night was young after a long day of hearty meals and energetic games. After spending the day at the family park with grandparents, great-grandparents, uncles and aunts, great-uncles and great-aunts, cousins and second cousins and cousins once removed… and if you feel a little tired after reading all that, you understand just how I felt. So tell me why, oh why did the children not feel that exhaustion?
Maybe they found their renewed energy in the catnap they took on the drive over to my in-laws. Maybe they were flying high as kites on pumpkin bread. Whether naps or carbohydrates, these loving little faces would not tire out. Believe me, I asked them repeatedly.
If I were to be honest, I was tired after the first Thanksgiving Day meal, but the second one put me right over the edge to nodding off (which can be quite rude depending on who I could be talking to). I know the kids ate the same meals I did. Between myself and my children I think we ate an entire turkey that day. But I was struggling to stay awake, while the kids would not sleep… I believe out of sheer will power.
I know #6 needed to sleep desperately; he just did not know it or flat refused to acknowledge it. He fussed and cried, but just try to lay him down… no luck. Every time I thought he was asleep, two minutes later I learned he was just faking me out. The boy should be an actor. I played musical beds with him half the evening while Wife, who was visiting with her parents and siblings, kept telling me, “Don’t worry about him. He’ll go to sleep when he’s ready.”
Well, he might go to sleep when he’s ready, BUT I’M READY RIGHT NOW! And like a good husband, I said nothing and finally surrendered to let #6 curl up in my lap. In the end, he put me to sleep, and Wife put us both to bed. I guess she was right in the end.
To close, I hope everyone had a pleasant Thanksgiving and remembered all the gifts you are thankful for. Unlike the pilgrims, we no longer need Indians to save us from starvation. However, I sure could have used someone to save me from my own children’s late night endurance.