A Lesson on Pie

All of my upbringing, every Thanksgiving, my mother always insisted on Mrs. Smith’s pies, while my father’s side of the family (with whom we celebrated the most – due to locale and numbers), had a kitchen counter that teemed with homemade baked goods. Six to eight pumpkin pies and another eight to ten of the others were standard for our rowdy brood. The task was usually split between two or more of my aunts and it was a multi-day affair- baking all those pies, along with everything else. My grandmother made the stuffing and the rolls…often times in a clean trash bag…that’s how big a brood we are.

We usually brought fruit salad. And every year I always commented on and admired my aunts’ baking skills. “Start with pumpkin,” they’d tell me, “That’s the easiest.” But pumpkin, my mother told me, was ‘impossible’. “I tried to make a pumpkin pie from scratch one year and it turned out terrible”, she’d say. Over and over, she’d retell that story about the pumpkin pie that didn’t turn out. And every year, I’d follow her lead and neglect to bake any pies. For fear of failure, for fear of “I told you so,” for fear of not measuring up to someone else’s talent, I avoided a task that I so admired in others.

And then I spent a Thanksgiving alone-just me and my then-boyfriend and our new baby. And without the watchful eyes of others, without the pressure of an owed contribution, I decided to bake my own, homemade pumpkin pie. And every step of the way, I anticipated failure. My boyfriend didn’t even like pumpkin pie. And regardless, he wasn’t a baker himself and he loved me. So I had nothing to lose- no one to let down, but myself.

It seemed too easy. I must’ve done something wrong. Surely, it wouldn’t turn out. Through my mother’s experience, I knew my lack of success was inevitable. Here, in our humble little apartment, no one would know when I failed and I would be able to tell myself that “I tried.”

Only it did turn out. It was perfect. There was nothing difficult or extraordinary about it…except for my own insecurities.

And I realized that day, that for 22 years, I had allowed one person’s singular experience to dissuade me from even trying something that I enjoyed. I had allowed someone, through their own fears and insecurities, to instill in me that same uncertainty and self-doubt.

Fast forward fourteen years….

Yesterday, my daughter (that same baby in the apartment, now an ambitious yet self-doubting young woman herself), said that she wanted to make a pecan pie. It was a Thanksgiving item I’d never even attempted. I make the corn pudding, cheesecakes and cranberry relish, never the pecan pies. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to dissuade her from her own desires to accomplish and contribute. Nor did I reveal my lack of experience or uncertainty. I added her ingredients to the shopping list and called her when the oven was free.

And then I left her to create. I needed her victory to be all her own. She’d come to me of course, to ask about doubling a measurement and rolling the dough out thin enough. And lord knows the kitchen told the story of a 14 year old who was baking that evening… But she did it! And even though, there will be other pecan pies on the counter tonight, that pie will be hers. She will carry the pride of accomplishment and contribution this Thanksgiving and in her life. And not just because of a pie, I hope; but because of many opportunities taken, not discouraged.

I’m 36 now. I’m accomplished in both life and profession. I am intelligent and creative, resilient and brave. But I am still struggling to overcome self-doubt and fear of failing, especially when that fear originates in the experiences of others who are close to me. I hope that my self- awareness leads to growth in this area.

So on this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for learned experiences, a disruption in unhealthy life cycles, for the encouragement of others and the opportunity to try.

Whether this holiday finds you surrounded by large numbers of family, food and chaos or whether it’s a quiet day of reflection, with a few signature dishes on your grandmothers tablecloth, I hope that you take a chance today. Be it a recipe or a phone call you’ve been avoiding, an invite or an offer you’re tempted to decline. Success comes only to those willing to take a chance and failure is only failure when we neglect to try. May the experiences of others inspire not discourage you and may your own demons be silenced by your inner strength.

Happy Thanksgiving from Life Liberty and a Little Bit of Libations!