Many years ago, at a family Thanksgiving supper, I insisted that we went around the entire table and each person had to say what they were thankful for. No doubt on the advice of a teacher who said it would be a good idea! Well it has stuck. And I dread it each and every year, and only have myself to blame. It leads to hours of me thinking of what I am going to say, I don’t want to go with the old stand bys of my family, food and good health. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for those things, but they are so predictable. I want something poignant, something thought provoking. Here are some of the things I have been thinking about for Sundays ritual.
I am thankful for mistakes. Each mistake has given me an opportunity to fixed something that was wrong in my life, and led to better things. Each mistake has provided a wake up call and chance to improve the things I don’t like.
I am thankful for flexibility. I like being able to touch my toes. I like being able to change the way I see things so that I can be closer to understanding another person.
I am thankful for spell check.
I am thankful for the dead of winter, so that I can appreciate spring, and then summer, and also fall.
I am thankful for big belly laughs.
So yes, I am thankful that my family is healthy, that I have a loving husband, a good job, and that we have more than enough food and a roof over our heads. But I appreciate all the little things each day. The contrast of the fall leaves against a vibrant blue sky, each person and family that shares their story with me and lets me into their world, the enjoyment of a good meal, and those times when there is laughter at home.
Little things. Thanks.