Amid the turkeys crafted from toilet paper rolls, the thrilling promise of pie, and the peace-meal story of Pilgrims, I thought I’d slip some life-altering lessons to my toddler in regards to Thanksgiving. We sat last week and attempted to make a list of what he is most grateful for. Over the span of a few distracted hours, the boy’s list of blessings boiled down to the following:
the dog ( “when she’s not biting me”)
Deepening the discussion, I prompted him to acknowledge his good health… to which he scrunched his face and after much thought concluded, simply, “No”. He wasn’t much interested in safety or a happy home, either. Financial health, clean drinking water, sufficient and nutritious food weren’t worth all the hullabaloo, he expressed with a shrug.
Well, could there be a certain lady you’re grateful for. One who loves you and takes care of you. I don’t know, maybe a you-bearing lady you’re thankful for? His eyes seemed to brighten. And mine as well, ready, finally, for a little credit for what a blessing I am up in here. “Yes!,” he answered excitedly. Then he counted off a number of girls in the neighborhood, girls in his class, friendly girls at the supermarket who so often give him stickers. It all comes back to stickers. So, I told him he was doing gratitude all wrong and went off to pout until somebody put me on their god damn Good Things list.
Clearly we both have some things to work on.
What are you thankful for?
(Someone please say your mother)