I used to want to stick my finger down my throat at Hallmark commercials.
Maybe it’s because I never grew up in a Hallmark family with all those warm Hallmark feelings, it was easy to make fun of them as sappy and ridiculous.Even in card giving within my family, the funniest, most ironic card always won.
I used to think it was a riot to give someone who was 16 a card with a happy elephant on it that said “Now you’re 6!” and pencil in the “1” next to it. When I was 13 I had my first boyfriend and he used to send me these beautiful cards with romantic lovers on the front and inside for two pages he would sincerely profess his undying love.
I loved those cards and I treasured every one. But I hid those cards secretly away, partly for obvious reasons, and partly because I would’ve been totally embarassed in front of my family about my taste in men/his taste in cards, had those cards ever surfaced.
Some of the hardest cards to buy have always been mother’s day or father’s day cards, because they’re almost always mushy, or they at least hint of love, and the “funny” ones are usually pretty lame.
My parents grew up in hard times. They both grew up in fatherless homes with young immigrant mothers struggling for their families survival. Those were not Hallmark times for sure. And my parents, given their family backgrounds and social heritage, clearly felt no inclination or awareness to create any magical happy family world for us kids.
But the romantic in me, I still get a little wistful for those idealized families I would see on TV, which is what kept me going back home every year for the holidays, thinking this time it was going to be like one of those slice-of-life commercials.
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I have an awesome son. He’s 21 and for over a year has been out on his own in the job of his dreams (in another state). We’ve always had Thanksgiving together as a family, my husband, son & I, sometimes with other members of extended family, sometimes with friends, but always together as a family.
I’ve been after him for 3 months now to find out about Thanksgiving, to see if he’ll be able to get off work to come home – and to let me know as soon as possible so I could make plane reservations.
Yesterday he finally let me know he could get off work for those four days and would like to come home. I got on the internet and flights were considerably higher than a month ago and he would have to shorten his stay to 3 days (no flights available on Sunday), but it was still doable. He had to look into some logistics on his end and would get back to me.
By the time he got back to me, that flight was gone. Two hours later he had discovered another option and left me a phone message. By the time I got his message and got back to him, that flight had disappeared also. We were both scrambling all over the internet for options, but they had dried up before our eyes.
He told me well not to worry then. He probably had some friends who would be around to spend Thanksgiving with, and he’ll just see us for Christmas when he’ll have two weeks off and then we’ll be able to catch up on all our celebrating then.
I know that makes the most sense at this point. But this will be the first Thanksgiving without him here, and it’s getting to me.