Looking back over my years of what Thanksgiving has meant to me seemed to change from year to year. I think about my childhood years when I couldn’t wait for my cousins to come over and we would go to my grandmothers house for a huge Thanksgiving feast. Hearing my aunts and uncle laugh and yell was something that never grew old for me. Making plates to take home so you could have leftovers the next day was a given and that’s a tradition I never omitted when I started creating little traditions for the family I started. When she passed our circle dwindled and as I transitioned to adulthood having my own children there was nothing more exciting to me than to start creating little traditions of my own for them. Now that I am close to empty nesting my enjoyment is now seeing my children create little traditions of their own. Thanksgiving is a time of reflection, reflecting on what you are thankful about, why you are thankful and who you are thankful for. It’s almost as if I wake up Thanksgiving morning with a newness of gratitude that I haven’t felt the year before. I still wake up excited about the day ahead, hoping that it will be as great if not greater than the Thanksgiving the year before. I hope you have time today to sit back and look around at the people you are with this Thanksgiving and reminisce of the past events and you can say to yourself I am thankful this Thanksgiving was great or a little better than the year before.
Happy Thanksgiving,
T
