Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I love cooking turkeys for Thanksgiving. This year, however, my mom cooked the turkey since she was hosting the meal. I however, a week before Thanksgiving had the honor of preparing my turkeys for a group of kinship caregivers. I’ve posted about this group in the past. We made meals for the group as part of our Oak Hill Church collaborative.
These are grandparents, great grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings, and other family members raising the children of another family member. Not all of them struggle financially, not all of the have behavior issues, but they are all still people raising children they did not intend to raise. This is a support group and resourcing group for family members struggling with through life making sacrifices to care for the needs of these children.
All I did was cook some turkeys. Yet, I want them to know they are loved, and that they will enjoy this meal. I know some of them probably had a lovely Thanksgiving yesterday with each other, family, or friends. I know some of them may not have. The turkeys were a small gift. I didn’t skimp on them either. I used the recipe I use on my turkeys, with butter, white wine, fresh herbs, garlic, and other seasonings. I cooked them slowly for hours, basting in white wine and drippings every little bit. Other people in the collaborative brought there own dishes, cooked with as much love as they cook for their families.
I know, this is not justice work, this is not lobbying, education, or action, but it does provide a meal and maybe some sense of hope and knowledge that these four churches care for them. More work needs to be done, but through relationship with these families and others in our rural community. My hope is that turkey is a symbol of community on this Thanksgiving Weekend.