Yesterday was hectic and buzzing with excitement and activity as we celebrated Thanksgiving in Robby's classroom. I relish my role as room mom and strive to make each celebration both fun and memorable. This year, Robby and his classmates prepared an entire turkey dinner and served it "Pilgrim style." (In case you are unaware, Pilgrim style eating is also family style, where the bowls are placed in the center of the table and everybody serves themselves.) As if making one turkey dinner with a group of 6 year olds wasn't enough work, I decided it would be nice to have the students make an additional full meal to donate to a local family in needed.
Monday morning I packed up
my car with not one but two turkeys, my roaster oven, a rotisserie, my
steamer, two bags of potatoes, 2 quarts of heavy cream, assorted pots
and pans and all of the ingredients to make bread. It took me nearly 30
minutes to carry everything from my car into the classroom, and that was
with all of the helpful little hands who assisted me. With everything
spread out on the table, it quickly became clear that perhaps my plan
was a tinge on the ambitious side. I took a quick trip to Starbucks
during the "morning meeting" where I ordered a grande latte-with an
extra shot of espresso to prepare me for the day.
We began by
putting one turkey in the roaster oven and the other in the rotisserie.
Using the automatic peeler, each student had a turn peeling the potatoes
which were then put into the steamer to be cooked and later mashed. The
bread dough was prepared and heavily kneaded (i.e. thrown around and
abused) by my little assistants. Everybody was extremely well-behaved,
especially considering the commotion of the classroom, and our meal
slowly came together.
While the bread dough was rising, the class
took turns churning butter and crafting Native American headbands. It
only occurred to me after the festivities that the throwback decoration
from my childhood might now be considered taboo. I hope none of the
parents were offended when their children came home proudly donning
their feather headpieces!
By the time everything was prepared,
the table was set and decorated with hand-print turkeys and candy corn.
Everybody ate a hearty meal and seemed to thoroughly enjoy their
Thanksgiving celebration. By the time we were cleaning off the last
table, the lady from the food bank arrived to pick up the meal our
students had prepared for a local family. Despite the chaos, it all
seemed to come together.
By the time the school day ended, I was
both exhausted and elated. I was smiling so much throughout the day that
my cheeks were hurting. I thoroughly enjoyed the day in Robby's class,
overseeing this project. This Thanksgiving, among other blessings, I'm
thankful that I am able to volunteer and spend time in Robby's class. I
wouldn't have missed this experience for the world. Years from now, I
doubt that Robby will be able to recall exactly what he did, but I know
that he will always remember that his mom was there!
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