Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Beyond dining on comfort foods (what’s not to love about a meal with mashed potatoes and gravy as star players?), having a day centered around giving thanks speaks to my soul.
I have an embarrassment of riches for which I am thankful.
My husband and I laughed more than we cried this year.
My son greeted most days with a smile, enjoyed novel experiences, made new friends and achieved hard earned progress.
Friends shared my joys, comforted my pains, expanded my world, challenged my mind, enhanced my life, and listened while I vented.
My actively, supportive family shared the journey, celebrated achievements, expressed concerns, and loved us.
My husband received his teaching certificate and began the next stage of his new career. I am entertained nightly by his tales of the scams attempted by students, history according to his kids, and the various foibles of teaching.
While my job does not offer the same level of amusement, it gave me something precious. My boss allowed me to adjust my schedule so I could engage in a daily dialogue with my son’s teacher, aids and principal as we tackle the challenges he encountered.
Although few of my writing goals have been met, my desire to create my stories still burns bright.