The Two Tables of Thanksgiving

If you come from a larger family, you are familiar with the two tables of Thanksgiving.  First, is the adult table which is aptly named for those who grace it’s lacy clothed edge.  Lit candles, real china and elegantly etched wine glasses decorate it’s festive landing.

Second is the kids table.  Lucky just to have paper plates, this table holds less expectation and prestige as the former since it’s occupants couldn’t care less.  Most of the occupants, that is.

I remember sitting at the kids table at that delicate school age of 6th grade.  That was the time of transition, the time when I sat in view of the adult table.  How I longed to not have to dodge the cranberry sauce globs being thrown at my head by my little brother and sister.

The next year, my father pulled out a chair and I joined the ranks of the outnumbered elite at, (pause for dramatic effect) the adult table.  It is a grand thing to be invited to graduate.

Reflecting on the two tables makes me wonder how many people live their lives at the kids table.  Life has invited them to a better standard, a higher living, a progressed status and yet, they choose to stay with the status quo.  They find security in the mediocre and actually have a fear of success.

If you look around, life invites you to be better, to do better, to achieve and succeed.  Opportunities still dot the hours of your day like cloves in the skin of a well-goldened turkey.  Look.  The world has just pulled out a chair.  It is time for you to take it.

Peace!