Sometimes, life throws curve balls. Knocks ya down. Just when you thought you'd been through the worst of it, and made it out the other side. I've been preoccupied lately, so much so that I didn't even have the inclination to write a Thanksgiving blog.
Then I realized, that curve balls and all, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. I should be quite strong enough by now, God, thanks very much.
All of us have stress in our lives - career, kids, significant others, family members, friends, health, bills. Even our futures don't seem as certain as they once did. When I was a kid, they greatest responsibilities I had were school, homework, getting home by the time the street lamps cast their light on the blacktop. I had chores, sure, but I never worried about my future. I had a lifetime to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. I didn't question whether or not I'd finish school, start a career, get married and start a family. It was a given.
Now that I'm "here" in grown up land...well, it's a heck of a lot more stressful than I ever anticipated. In fact, some days, it's down right miserable. How I long for those days of skipping rocks across the creek, throwing rocks at my neighbor's window, playing Kickball and Ghost in the Graveyard in the cul-de-sac.
But I digress, hope everyone's Thanksgiving was happy. And (full)filling. It's a little belated, but hey, being thankful isn't just for turkey day, right?
I am thankful for my childhood. For those innocent memories. I am thankful that, while my kids' childhoods are different, they are still innocent. They are busy making memories, spending time with friends, figuring out what they'd like to be when they grow up.
I'm thankful for all that I've learned in the past 39 years, too, because it makes me a better mom, a more compassionate person. And, hey, if nothing else, at least I've got some good writing material.
I'm thankful for Connor. For his awesome, dry sense of humor. His strength getting through surgeries, his patience with his little sister, his understanding of his brother. For being child #1, because somebody had to come first, so I could practice.
I'm thankful for Jack. For his smile that lights up a room, for his ability to know just what to say when I'm feeling down, and for his yummy pancakes. For being the middle child, because that is no easy position to be in, and it takes a strong personality to stand out in the crowd. He certainly does.
I'm thankful for Ella-Bella. For her great, big hugs. For showing me that I can parent a girl, and really love it. For being #3, because after her two brothers, she's not gonna get away with a damn thing (Although, I do believe that she loves being the baby).
I'm thankful that I can, occasionally put together a string of words to create a coherent, and sometimes, if I'm lucky, entertaining sentence or two. I'm thankful for a supportive family and wonderful friends, which includes a writing group of really fantastic women who push me, make me think, and never fail to make me laugh so hard I pee a little.