I had a marvelous Christmas and hope all of you did too. (I can’t believe I said that – like I have an audience – lol!) Moving on….
I thought it might be a bit of a sad Christmas because for the first time ever, my oldest daughter, Chelsea, would not be coming home this year. There is a reason (which I will talk about later) but the bottom line was that she was going to be on her own for the holidays. Back home in Montreal. Now there are people who would wallow in self-pity. And there are those who choose not to. Thankfully, Chelsea falls in the latter group.
A couple of days before Christmas we were chatting online and she decided that she was going to make her first turkey. So the interrogation began. “Mum, how do I make stuffing?”. “Well Chel, this is not like baking. Not an exact science. So I can tell you what I put in, but no measurements. I just eyeball it. And taste.”. That was good enough for her. She picked up what she needed for dinner and was set to go on Christmas day.
Around 11 am on Christmas morning, the phone rings. It’s Chelsea. “Mum – I’ve been pacing around and you need to help me. It has a neck and I’m freaking out. I DON’T want to break it’s neck!”. I explained to her that she did not have to break it’s neck but rather run some cold water in the cavity until it loosened and then pull it out. “Mum – I have a new appreciation for what people go through to put dinner on the table. Especially a turkey!” - “Ok – let me go try this, I’ll talk to you later.”. “ Call me if you need me. I’ll be here.”, I said.
Later on when dinner was done and most had gone to bed for the night, I checked in on my computer. My “Messenger” bar was flashing. Click, click. “Mamadukes?”. “Yes” I typed. “It was awesome! Perfectly browned! Delicious!”.
Mothering goes on for much longer than I ever imagined. But that’s OK. I liked holding her hand. A right of passage I think. And now I have a grand-turkey! Haha! And I don't even have to babysit! I know, I know - I'm silly.