During
the holiday’s, when thinking of the up and coming family dinner that comes
along with the holidays (which I consider just a second Thanksgiving), I
picture in my head the image of huge table of food, with plenty to fill
everybody 100 times over, and the family reminiscing over adult talk, and the
cousins and nephews veg’ing in the basement from full tummies, the Hollywood staple
of what Christmas dinner should look like. Although that image in my head is a
little too abstract to what I consider my actual family dinners, which really
go something along the lines of my grandmother, uncle, aunt, mom, and dad,
squeezing into our over cramped dining room table that is too used to seating
only three or four, and sitting in mostly silence, while my mother and
grandmother aid my Autistic aunt and uncle in getting themselves served, and
making sure that my uncle doesn’t devour his food too quickly as he will
frequently get sick.
Although
my holiday situation may seem extremely awkward to others, it isn’t too hard to
handle, along with tons of experience with my Autistic relatives, I have my mother’s
exquisite food to occupy all of my talking. Regardless, I wouldn’t for a single
day trade my Holiday dinners for a the average family dinner, because I simply
love each person in my family dearly, and each Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or
just random visit I get anxious with excitement for them to arrive.
