I love Thanksgiving. It's one of my favorite holidays. It's such a wonderful time to be with family and think about all we have to be thankful for. Since getting married, my husband and I have faced so many impossible situations: emergency open heart surgery for my mother, going into pre-term labor with my first son, delivering him at 34 weeks, a short NICU stay, my father-in-law being diagnosed with brain cancer, my father-in-law dying from brain cancer, losing my grandmother, going into pre-term labor with my second son, enduring a three-week hospital stay on bed rest, delivering my second son early at 31 weeks, a long NICU stay.
On the other side of it, we're so thankful for what we do have — two happy and healthy children, a loving family. We're trying to teach our kids about being appreciative for what we have. In the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, we talked a lot about what we have to be thankful for. And I think that this year they're really grasping the concept.
Each year, at my brother and sister-in-law’s house, we go around the table and tell each other what we are thankful for. For me, it's always health and my family.
This year, my three-year-old’s nursery school teacher told me that he told her that he’s thankful for his brother, me and my husband. In that order. She thought it was absolutely adorable that the first thing he was thankful for was his big brother.
So, I asked my three-year-old what he was thankful for this year. I was excited, all ready for him to tell me how much he loved his brother and how thankful he was for him.
But that’s not what he said. Here's a little preview of what my three year old is thankful for this year:
Big Mickey Mouse
Sparkle Mickey Mouse
Ball Mickey Mouse
His little yellow school bus
Huzzah! I made it to the top of the list! I beat out his big brother, his favorite toy — his big plush Mickey Mouse — and pineapple and strawberries. Pretty good, right?
This year at Thanksgiving, when I’m asked what I’m thankful for, I’m going to say my usual, health and my family. But I’ll also have a little caveat: I’m thankful that, to my son, I’m even more delicious than a strawberry.