I Am Thankful
I don’t care for the origins of Thanksgiving, but I do care about giving thanks.
My thanksgiving has little to do with any national history and everything to do with thanks.
Tomorrow as I eat a small, turkey-free meal with my husband and sons, I will be thankful.
I am thankful.
I am thankful for this reminder to be thankful, and to reflect upon the many sources of my gratitude. Life gets so hectic, I sometimes need to be reminded to pause and take it all in.
I am thankful I survived childhood, in large part due to the siblings who weathered it with me.
I am thankful for my siblings, 900 miles away in space and 0 miles away in heart.
I am thankful for my mom. By all rights, she should have had little to give, but she gave love so greatly I will feel it with me forever.
I am thankful for my friends, who love me exactly as I am.
I am thankful for health insurance, as I remember life without it. I’m thankful for heating for the same reason.
I am thankful for my manager’s flexibility. Because of this, precious little of my time or energy goes into the what-if worries of the works-outside-the-home parent. If something comes up, no sweat. He’ll see me tomorrow or the next day. The freedom of this gives me more of everything to work with and allows me to give more in turn.
I am thankful for this blog and how it has connected me to you.
I am thankful for my working car and the money to keep it fueled and maintained, systemwise … even if it’s terrible to behold from the outside!
I am thankful for my education. I will be paying for my law degree until I’m 57, but my education–unlike most other things in life, save love–is something that can never be taken from me.
I am thankful for Big Brothers Big Sisters. I recall my Big Sister’s warmth almost 30 years later. And my first Little Sister? Well, she long ago became my little sister.
I am thankful for love.
I am thankful for rain and how it reminds me of my first home.
I am thankful for My Little Pony, old and new, and red cowboy boots. Black ones, too.
I am thankful for words and how, used well, they build bridges of understanding between people.
I am thankful for my sons’ teachers, including those who’ve “only” taught things like not hitting and compassion.
I am thankful for my sons, and to be here to watch them grow together.
I am thankful my mom lived long enough to meet her first grandchild, and for the prospect Li’l D might someday hold his own child and understand the vastness of my gratitude.
I am thankful for my husband. We grew up in very different homes with very different ideas of partnership, which can make for an interesting ride as we figure out our own kind of partnership. We make lots of mistakes, but our relationship grows stronger with each one we navigate together. In his patient company, I am learning a new kind of perseverance: one that involves togetherness, not isolated fortitude.
I’m thankful for change. A year ago, I thought I wanted stability above all else. Now I understand the thrill of change: seeing new things, learning new things, and growing in ways I never could have had I opted to stay running in place.