Thanksgiving almost didn’t include Maddie this year. Thankfully our family knows how to be flexible or she would have stayed home while the rest of us–including the dog–would have enjoyed a nice family day out of town.

The week started with two days of school. Well, one school day in the end since Maddie skipped school Monday but somehow managed to get herself there even though the next day was a Tuesday. Wednesday was a day off, and Maddie devoted herself to Minecraft. She didn’t want to do anything else, and I was happy to let her chill out. I did want her to take a shower, though, in preparation for Thursday. “I’ll do it in the morning,” she said. Yeah, sure.

I got up Thursday morning before anybody else because I had some cooking to finish. Also, with five people living here now, all in need of a morning shower, I knew that getting mine out of the way early was the way to go.

Because I was working in the kitchen, I asked Jake (my husband) to make sure Maddie got up and took a shower. I knew it would be a challenge because it always is. I had woken her up but she hadn’t moved. And after Jake had tried to stir her, I went to check on her as well. There she was, flopped down awkwardly on her bed as if she had just collapsed there. Perhaps she had.

Oh, no. Here we go. 

Not only was a shower off the table, as far as Maddie was concerned, so was going anywhere.  She was going to skip the whole thing.

Oh, hell no, I thought. I am flexible to a fault, but I wasn’t going to let her skip this one. She would be missing cousins she rarely sees, and I am trying to impress upon her the importance of spending time with her grandparents. Nobody’s getting any younger, and her grandparents–on both sides–happen to be among her biggest fans. This was not going to go her way. I felt my body tense and my mind focus on getting Maddie out the door. I wasn’t going to let this go any other way.

Much before I was willing to give in, Jake let her off the hook for the shower. “Just put on a hat,” he told her. I thought she was pretty gross, and I really wanted her to clean up, but he was right. Priorities!

Still, however, she wasn’t budging.

“I want to go to Party City,” she declared. Party City is a party supply store that happens to be located somewhat on the way to my in-laws’ house, where we were headed.

“I’ll tell you what. If you go with us today, I’ll take you there this weekend. I promise.”

“I want to go TODAY.”

“They’re not open today,” I said.

“How do you know?”

“They’re just not. Pretty much every store is closed today.”

I pulled up the number for the store and called in order to prove it. No answer, of course, but that wasn’t enough to convince Maddie. Then a lightbulb moment. “Well, we can drive there and see,” I offered. “If it’s open, you can go in for ten minutes.” Ha! Then we would be in the car and on our way and she would be stuck!

So she got dressed and got in the car and the whole family plus the dog were on our way to Thanksgiving dinner at with my in-laws. Victory!

Party City is a few minutes out of the way, but we drove there anyway, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be open. For a moment my husband tried to convince Maddie that the detour was pointless, ensuring her the store would be closed, but Maddie still wouldn’t concede. And I quickly ended that conversation. I knew we had to go. It was just part of being Maddie’s family that day. A drive out of the way to a store we knew would be closed sounds so useless, but it was the magic that needed to happen.

As predicted, we pulled into an empty parking lot. Maddie still wasn’t convinced. When she could see the lights were off, she finally gave in. Okay, it’s closed. Fortunately, although she was disappointed, she accepted the situation gracefully, especially after I promised her I would take her in the next day or two.

We had a nice long visit with our family. Maddie enjoyed her cousins and the superb homemade macaroni and cheese and brownies that supplemented the usual Thanksgiving menu. She was happy.

That night, as I tucked her into bed, I asked, “Did you have a good time today?”

“Yes!”

I knew the answer to that question before I asked. I wish that next time she doesn’t want to go somewhere I could remind her of her hesitation today and the positive outcome and it would make an impact. But it won’t. I’ll probably have to take a detour to Party City or coax her into the car some other way.

That’s just how it is. In times like this, I’m just grateful that SOMETHING worked. Something, anything.