
Most of us have pre-conceived notions about Thanksgiving and pretty much all holidays. We have these expectations of how they’re supposed to be. Great food, laughter, more great food, gifts, smiles, love. It’s like we’re in one big happy holiday movie. But sometimes life gives us the unexpected and if we look closely enough and stay open, it can be as delicious as the dinner we’re about to have.
I was invited to one of the most beautiful places on the planet; Malibu. Waves crashing on white sandy beaches, fancy homes looking out on the horizon through giant picture windows, and yes, lots of Hollywood celebrities. Danny and Cole are new friends. It would be a small gathering. Danny’s mom visiting from the East Coast, their friend Rick and me.
As I drove up The Pacific Coast Highway, I marveled at the perfect day. Brilliant blue skies, 72 degrees, very little traffic (a HUGE PLUS in LA!), and the fresh sea air (another HUGE PLUS!). They have the perfect Malibu cottage right across the street from the sea. What an idyllic holiday it was about to be. When I walked in, Cole was cooking, juggling the myriad of Thanksgiving dishes like a conductor in a symphony. Danny was chatting with the guests.
The holiday movie was just beginning. I handed Cole a good bottle of cabernet. He quickly whispered “Did Danny tell you about his mom?” I hadn’t heard a thing. “She just got out of a 6 month rehab program yesterday so we need to be low key with the wine” he said as he poured me a glass of chardonnay in a giant plastic blue cup (Danny and Cole brought her out here as a last attempt to get her well). Of course I understood. I kind of liked the fact that we had to ration our drinking, since I had a long drive home. This movie was really starting to hook me.
It’s funny how whenever we have expectations, inevitably they will be different than what we imagine. I couldn’t wait to meet Danny’s mom.
Then this little woman in a green dress walked out from the back bedroom. It was clear she’d been through some major challenges. She looked tired, exhausted really, and vulnerable. But at the same time there was this hardiness about her. I wanted to know more. What happened to make her need a place to get sober for 6 months? Here in this land of 21 day high-end celebrity filled rehabs, this older Croatian woman seemed out of her element.
She regaled us at dinner with great childhood Danny stories and her life on the East Coast. I could sense her fear of going back home to her husband and two other kids, thrust into her old life as this new woman. What would that be like? How would she cope? Would she be able to stay sober? I just wanted to know her struggles, her pain. How did she go from a young woman in Croatia, to a wife and mother in New York steeped in a very serious addiction? After dinner, she handed me her address on a slip of paper, “come visit me in New York. You can stay in Danny’s room. It’s still exactly the same.” In that moment, I just wanted to hug her and tell her everything would be okay.
The dinner was perfection. All the dishes going together beautifully in Cole’s edible symphony. We sat outside on their veranda with background music of waves crashing on the beach and the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine wafting across the table. There was so much perfection in such an imperfect situation.
After dinner, I rode with Danny up the gorgeous coast to take his mom to an AA meeting. On the drive back he filled me in on his life growing up with an alcoholic mother. My heart broke for him and for his mom. Suddenly this unexpected adventure was turning into an amazingly poignant life changing experience. I felt myself waking up from the constant foggy funk from those stories I tell myself about not doing enough, not being enough.
As I drove home that night, I relived my Thanksgiving over and over. What kind of a Thanksgiving did I just have? It didn’t look like your typical Thanksgiving except for the dinner part. I struggled to answer it. Then it hit me like a giant wave. THIS IS WHAT THANKSGIVING IS ABOUT! I was yelling in my head, excited to know this. To feel this. To have experienced this.
Every year I dread the holidays because of my own fragmented family history of parental divorces and being yanked between the craziness year after year. And last year my dad passed away the day before Thanksgiving. I decided to stay home, by myself, and write about the intense experience I’d just had. It was exactly what I needed.
But, this was the most meaningful Thanksgiving I’ve ever had. How lucky was I? I’ve never felt more compassion, more gratitude with this huge desire to give like never before. Thanks Danny, Cole and Maria for giving me so much.
Adventure Tip: For powerful unexpected adventures, open your mind and your heart and strive for the unexpected by eliminating all expectations.
-Tracy Pattin