Home for the Holidays

“Nobody means what they say on Thanksgiving, Mom. That’s what the holiday is all about. Torture.” – Claudia

I know I’m not supposed to talk about movies on Knit Together. That’s Andy’s job over at Rogue Cinema. (Hopefully they don’t fire me . . .)   But I just can’t help it. When I think of Thanksgiving, I think of the 1995 movie Home for the Holidays with Holly Hunter, Robert Downey Jr., Dylan McDermott, and a young Claire Danes. I love this movie so much and have watched it I-don’t-know-how-many-times. If you haven’t watched it, rent it this week. Be careful who you watch it with, though. We once heartily recommended it to some friends who decided to watch it with their parents (which didn’t work out so well). I hesitate to describe this movie family as dysfunctional, because in so many ways, they’re just a regular family-whatever that means. The family members are dealing with big life problems: unemployment, a teenager who thinks she’s ready to lose her virginity, a gay brother whose sexual orientation has been accepted by some family members, ignored by others, and cruelly rejected by others, an aunt who reveals a forbidden love for another family members, and some deep-seated marital problems for more than one couple. The movie is funny, witty, poignant and bittersweet.

I love the movie even though I can’t relate to it at all. I’m always sad when I hear people complain about having to go home for the holidays. They roll their eyes, they heave heavy sighs, they complain about their siblings’ obnoxious children and their overbearing parents, you get the picture. For whatever reason, I am not one of those people. I’ll go home on Wednesday night and I’ll be happy to be there. I would honestly choose my siblings as friends even if we weren’t related. They are all smart, funny, ambitious, accomplished, thoughtful people. Shoot-I’d count myself lucky if they’d go along with being my friend! I’ll be happy to sit on my sister’s couch and watch the kids do what they call “cousining”-which is the word they’ve coined for time spent with cousins. They can go a few months without seeing each other and within 90 seconds of our arrival, they will have picked up right where they left off the last time. The only black mark on the weekend will be that one of my sisters won’t be there with us because she lives too far away.

I know my parents like that we are friends and enjoy watching their adult children interact with each other. I often wonder how they did it. Why do my siblings get along and genuinely enjoy each other’s company while others are content to keep their siblings at arm’s length? Is there some kind of secret formula to follow? Or a recipe card with step-by-step instructions on how to raise your children when they’re young so that they love/like each other when they grow up?

If anyone has that formula, could you please send it along? I want my kids to be friends as adults. I want them to be happy to come home for the holidays.