She had decided that a 20 pound turkey wouldn’t do. She needed at least a 23-pounder. And after searching for days, she finally found a big ‘ol 24 pound bird. It had a freezer all to itself. It was the largest, hormone-injected, can’t-walk-on-its-own-legs, butterball turkey in the whole city. And it was hers.
She had to borrow freezer space from a friend; it wouldn’t fit in hers. And then it took two full days to thaw. She spent a large part of those days figuring out how to make this the best tasting turkey that had ever graced a Thanksgiving table. She researched tips and tricks and recipes. She watched youtube videos on how to make gravy. (Gravy was very important; she knew this full well.)
So now the day had come. The family was gathered. The feast was prepared. And she shared her prized turkey with the people she loves most upon the face of this earth.
Sadly, the bird didn’t get the raving reviews she was hoping for. After the meal, there was talk about it being a ‘big boned’ bird. The meat hadn’t gone nearly as far as they expected. Never mind the fact that the kids were all teens now, and there were six extra visitors. They were disappointed in what the bird had yielded. Yes, disappointed indeed. There hadn’t been enough meat. No, not nearly as much as they were expecting.
For thirty, painful minutes, they lingered on the subject. And now, a year later, the event lingers in
her mind. She had tried so hard to please them. If they had just told her what to do differently, she would have done it. But the criticism she received last year probably won’t motivate her to try harder this year.
Though my friend’s turkey may not have produced the desired amount of Thanksgiving leftovers, it offers plenty of leftover food for thought–especially for Control Girls.
As we ramp up to the holiday season, we’ll be giving a lot over the next six weeks. We will give up entire afternoons or evenings… to shop for gifts and wrap them; to decorate our houses and get ready for guests; to gather ingredients and prepare food.
We will give and give and give.
It’s difficult, though, to be gracious when the ‘Senior Control Girls’ of the family have such impossible expectations. Their delivery might be subtle, but you get the message loud and clear: You didn’t make enough or you used the wrong recipe or went to the wrong store. Or maybe the turkey you brought was ‘big boned’.
It’s enough to make a ‘Junior Control Girl’ become resistant, resentful, or withdrawn. (Which is how we pass the Control Girl tradition on down the line.)
Now these ‘Senior Control Girls’ aren’t trying to make everyone miserable. They’re just dedicated to making this holiday into one they’ve been envisioning for a lifetime. The scene they picture is a conglomeration of glowing childhood memories, heartfelt longings, and several pinterest photos–all rolled into one permanently lodged mental image, which they can’t be free of.
And you can’t be free of it either, since you’re the one they’re trying to control. So what should you do? Stop trying? Throw your hands up? Implode with frustration or lash out in anger?
The Bible offers a better way. II Corinthians 9:7 says,