When this big, multicultural family gets together for Thanksgiving, the table is laden with more than turkey and gravy.
By Marybeth Lambe, M.D.
From the kitchen, I heard Shen Bo bumping down the stairs and singing the song he’d been crooning all day long. I assumed he made it up himself, since he was the star of the tune. “Shen Bo builds it all by himself,” he warbled as he scooted down another step on his rear. “Shen Bo, they all sing. You are the best.”
I would have been laughing at his mammoth egotism, but this was his ninth trip down since bedtime. And it was midnight on Thanksgiving eve.
At first, none of our kids thought much of Thanksgiving. A holiday where no one gets presents? An interminable meal where the adults blather on for hours and the food is all disgustingly bland? No, thanks. In our multiethnic, multicultural (Spanish/Irish/ African-American/Mongolian/Indian/ Chinese/Russian/Jewish/Buddhist/Catholic/pagan) family, lively festivities are always just around the bend.