Thanksgiving Changes

When I was a kid, my mother invited everyone in our extended family to share Thanksgiving at our house, along with anyone else that had nowhere to go for the holiday. I remember our split level filled with a hodge podge of tables and chairs to seat everyone. Mom didn’t believe in buffet dining Everyone had to have a seat, pass the potatoes, reach for the salt, yell down the line for the sweet potatoes. She didn’t want everyone traipsing around the house with full plates. “Sit and eat!” she would be saying as she pulled out the turkey.  She was in her full glory with a full house of people eating her food.  This is the holiday I miss her the most.  It was more sacred than any of the religious ones. When I went away to college, and then later got married, it was the one holiday I made sure to get home to celebrate. I still try  to recreate my mother’s spirit of the holiday.  The more friends and family I can muster up, the better I like it.  I’ll make Mom’s stuffing and try to remember her advice about when to cover the top of the turkey with a foil tent, as she used to call it. I’ll resist the urge to reach for the phone to call her and ask her what temperature to put it at for how long, and how long the sweet potatoes will take. But, I can still hear her voice telling me–“Be sure you have enough for people who might drop in!”

Last Week for Book Club Discussion

This is the last week to be part of the book club discussion of Replacement Child at  If you’ve finished reading the book and would like to join the conversation, click here and see what others are saying about the book.  There are some very good insights about replacement child syndrome, what constitutes a  replacement child, and how negative effects can be avoided when parents decide to have another child after a child dies. I hope to hear more from other replacement children, and also parents.