Not that there was ever any doubt, but I knew my friend Caroline wasn't going to be a run-of-the-mill soccer mom when she planned her son Sam's first birthday party as a canned-goods drive and held it at a food bank.
I had the pleasure of escorting her mother's elderly next-door neighbor, who contributed some fruit cocktail with an expiration date in the Carter years. In the food line, she dug through the chicken nuggets with singular focus. "Can I help you, Nancy Ann?" asked Caroline's brother. "I'm looking for a drumstick," she replied, blissfully unaware of the futility of her quest. Nancy Ann has since retired to the great buffet in the sky, where I hope she has all the drumsticks she wants.
Those of you who know Caroline won't be at all surprised to learn how she teaches her boys the concept of Thanksgiving. Their tradition was captured by not one but two local TV stations. Printed article here. I couldn't be prouder to know her.
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What a great story! Thanks Caroline and family for reminding us what the real meaning of today is.
Thank you, Michael, for sharing the story. Caroline, you're an inspiration to those of us adrift in the fog of child-rearing.
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