I’m taking a short break from frantically dashing from store to store looking for the turkey, the sage and other miscellaneous ingredients that I seem to need only at this time of year, to sit and think about the meaning of the holiday we celebrate tomorrow. First, I have to admit that I’m thankful this year is almost over as 2013 was a rough one for my family and me. But, upon reflection, there are always reasons to be grateful.
1) I’m thankful that the childhood rock ’em, sock ’em fights in which my brother and I engaged while our little sister looked on tearfully, begging us to “STOP,” was not a precursor to our ability to get along as adults. We’ve had a tough year but have all done our part and have even managed to laugh together to keep from crying. I know in my heart he’s sorry he moved the kiddie pool as I was descending head first down our slide, resulting in a face plant in the mud. And, I still feel bad that I beat him severely about his head and face with my flip flop somewhere between the Panhandle and Red River, New Mexico when our parents briefly exited the car. My sister does not appear permanently scarred.
2) I’m thankful that my Dad is living at home again after spending a quarter of the year in hospitals in San Antonio. He survived brain surgery, hospital-acquired pneumonia, the placement of two feeding tubes, and a month of rehab. It’s a true miracle!
3) I’m thankful that it’s not November 2012 when our family was in a complete state of flux. Last year, all three of our children were living at home, but as I glanced around our Thanksgiving table, I realized I had no idea where they would be “next year at this time.” All 0f our girls were waiting to see where their presence would be desired in the world. Our oldest was recovering from an arduous application process to doctorate programs across the country, and waiting to hear. Our middle was recuperating from numerous job interviews and biding her time working retail, and the youngest had just mailed her last college application. To say that there was tension in the air would be an understatement. Now I can breathe again, knowing that our three children have made it through a crazy year of transition. And, tomorrow, they will all be seated around our table, having arrived from Auburn, Alabama; Sewanee, Tennessee; and Dallas.
4) I’m thankful that my husband and I have survived, WAIT, thrived, in an empty nest. I admit I was a little nervous about my role in the home with all three kids gone. But, I’ve discovered there’s more to life than cooking, cleaning, and carpooling. There are good restaurants in San Antonio, and movie theaters that serve wine with my popcorn!
5) I’m thankful for friends, some of whom I’ve had for years, and some I’ve recently met. I don’t know why they put up with me, but I’m sure glad they do. To know me is to know all about me, and my friends seem okay with that! Maybe it’s the wine…
Here’s wishing you a very happy Thanksgiving. May it include family and friends and blessings too numerous to count. And, thank you very much for spending time with me over the last few months through this blog site. Writing is therapy for me; hope it evokes smiles from you.