What is your greatest gift? And why are you thankful for it? My greatest gift is my family—my children, my siblings, my future husband, my parents, my grandparents, my entire family tree. They make my life what it is. Without my ancestors paving the way to America, I would not be where I am nor have the American mentality that I do. Without my grandparents, I would not have the support and love I needed to grow in confidence as an adult. Without my parents, I literally would not be alive, but also I would not have some of my most needed traits like the fierce loyalty, love, and creativity that they instilled in me from a young age. Without my little brothers, I don't know who I would be even. That is a big statement, but it rings true as I think about how being their big sister, their only sister, has shaped my choices throughout my life—especially once our parents died. My role as the oldest in the family and a matriarch set upon me with more weight, and I still do not know what to do half of the time to fulfill what my parents would have me do, but I try. Every single day, I try to be the sister my brothers need. Without my children, I would feel as if I were living in a world where my dreams have not come true yet. I talked about having children since I was in high school as if I always knew I would be a mother someday, so it feels like I have been working on my most important calling in life as I grow into my role as a mother and friend for them. I am so thankful for all of my family. I have cousins who are like siblings to me. I have aunts and uncles who have filled in the holes of my heart where they are able. I have people who died long before I was born who made my life possible, and what a gift that all is. I can hardly contain the gratitude that wells up into my heart as I contemplate it all.
Personal Revelation
Home Sweet Home
I am grateful for my home, the place where I reside, the neighborhood and city in which I live, and the country that I have loved since I could say the Pledge of Allegiance. Everyone wants comfort, and my little piece of home gives me that. I feel safe where I live. I am able to move about without fear, and the people within my community are caring and mindful for the most part. Not everyone can say this about where they live; in fact, there is quite a lot of unrest, incivility, and even violence around the world, so when I think of how soft and warm and gentle my home is for me and my family, I cannot keep myself from thanking God for placing me where I am.
Reaching Dreams
Not many people can say they have become what they wanted to be when they grow up, so whenever the topic arises, I feel a deep sense of gratitude. What am I grateful for exactly? I am grateful that I knew myself enough and have been true to her despite all the insane curveballs that I have faced. I cannot say I never felt like giving up. I cannot say that I am not in a writing drought of sorts. I cannot say that I love every single second of every single thing I do. But I can say that I stayed the course to get where I am as a teacher, writer, and editor. I can say that I still feel like I live a writerly life—a poet's life to be precise—so while I do not work on my next book but on the rare occasion, I do have a thread of it that I hold onto for dear life. And most importantly, I can say that I truly revel in and adore at least some part about each day that I work in each of the areas of who I am as a grown up. It is not glamorous to be what I have dreamed of since second grade (poet/writer)/high school (teacher)/editor (college), but it is fulfilling. To find such fulfillment in one's daily work is truly a gift, and I thank all the cheerleaders, supporters, blessings from God, and sheer willpower that have helped me to reach my dreams.
Christmas Music
I was one of the people who made mixed tapes a thing, and the invention of playlists has been a dream come true for me. Such ease of mixing up the order and creating new playlists at the click of a button here and there. Like magic. Add that magic to the wonder and glory that Christmas music is, and you have yourself pure joy on your hands. Pure. Joy. Proof of this joy factor is how I have three Spotify Christmas playlists (so far), and I cultivate them a little each year. It has been five years since I began the practice, so they are getting really good if you ask me. The introductory playlist is called "Tinsel Christmas," and it has poppy, cheesy, oldie, and fun versions of the classic Christmas hymns plus man original song to add texture and an element of newness to the playlist. "Tinsel Christmas" is currently at a play time of 6 hours and 18 minutes with 97 songs. It could change though. The main body playlist that holds a grand mixture of fun and holy and covers and originals to match pretty much any mood but leans toward a gentler tone than that of "Tinsel Christmas" is entitled "Have Yourself a Lovely Little Christmas," which as you might guess has several renditions of the song "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" to capture the overarching mood and tie it all together with a nice little bow. This middle playlist currently boasts 199 songs/hymns at a whopping 10 hours and 3 minutes of playing time, so if you want to just turn on one list and let it have its fun, this is the go-to playlist. And the final playlist that I love and save it for Sundays and the whole week of Christmas is "In the Christmas Spirit" to call attention to the reason for the season—Jesus Christ. This playlist is strictly sacred renditions of Christmas hymns and songs that are largely sourced from major choirs and other religious or community choral groups from around the world. "In the Christmas Spirit" has a playing time of 5 hours and 12 minutes with 94 songs as of the writing of this slice of gratitude. All three playlists are pointed toward Christmas music in many languages but mainly English, French, Spanish, and German since those are the languages I have experience with, but I delight in finding Christmas songs that are new to me, so I will add any song even if I do not understand a word of it (after at least reading over a translation once to see what the song means generally). I had a wonderful time over my Thanksgiving break cultivating these three glorious celebrations of Christmas music, and I am thankful that I could spend the time and begin my Christmas season so joyfully.
Turkey
I read some crazy talk about turkey not being a good food to eat and people just eat it for Thanksgiving and Christmas out of tradition. I disagree. There is nothing quite like turkey golden baked just out of the oven, homemade turkey gravy, hot open-faced turkey sandwiches with leftovers piled on your plate, and last but not least, turkey soup from scratch. These things are delicious, and I am thankful I grew up with a mom who made all these delicious foods, so I would like them and learn how to make them, so my children could know that turkey is most definitely something to be thankful for.
Making Memories
As time flies by at an insane rate of speed, I catch myself being more and more cognizant of the value of memories, the ability to make ones you cherish and the ability to hold onto them. This Thanksgiving feels like the tail end of a tide that has been turning for several years, and I hope I can hold onto these last few strands of what I have known and loved before everything is completely different. I am not saying the new and different things are or will be bad because oftentimes change can be quite beneficial, but I am thankful for the good times I have had with my children and brothers. We have known a lot of hard times and hard things, but we have had a great deal of wonderful times where making memories felt easy and joyful. Those are the ones I am truly going to cherish and feel nothing but deep gratitude for.
A Laundry List
Not sure where the saying came from, but I feel like Thanksgiving Day demands a laundry list of all I can think of to be thankful for in one quick burst. I am turning on a one-minute timer, and I will list every single thing that comes to mind in that one minute. Let us hope my typing skills don't fail me...
1. My children
2. The gospel of Jesus Christ
3. Christmastime
4. Good food
5. Clean water
6. Freedom
7. Travel
8. Friends
9. Joyful moments
10. Autumn
11. Christmas lights
Stopping at eleven feels lucky but also pretty short of a list, but time to think and to type made it interesting. I am thankful I can type pretty fast, or it would have been an even shorter list!
And know that there are no favorites here—except for probably my children and Jesus.
The Right Words
Enough
We go about our lives with so much help every single day, and I am just so thankful for every single pair hands that help to lift and bless me and my family in our daily tasks. We could get on without so much help, and we sure could use more help, but what we do have seems to be just the right amount to keep us going, and that is wonderful. It reminds me of the line Mary Poppins says in the old Disney film, "Enough is as good as a feast," and it holds true. I could not be more thankful for our just enough amount of help that we enjoy.
wellness
Being well is something I pray for and thank God for regularly. After the pandemic and its aftermath of paranoia, political polarization, and mental fallout for many, I am much more conscious of how people perceive and deal with illness, and I just do not want to deal with all the control and weird judgment that happens. Being well is like a golden ticket to freedom of movement, thought, and mind, and I am extraordinarily grateful to be well right now…and I pray I stay that way.
Good Food
It is not lost on me that not everyone has good food or enough food to eat and my family has both. Having enough and it being fresh and delicious keeps my heart at ease for myself and my children. The world has too many people going without for me to take for granted that we are able to have fresh fruits and vegetables, nice meats, cheeses, and breads, and refreshing drinks and other niceties just at the ready. I am thankful for my job and all other means that provide us what we need and like for our sustenance. It is a great comfort to me every single day.
Time
I was able to do some things that I needed to do today, and tomorrow promises to provide more of the same, and for that, I am exceedingly thankful. It is a rarity that I have enough time to truly clear some major things from my plate, and I just needed to give thanks that it happened. I have really needed a chance to catch my breath. So thankful for the time to do so.
Santa
Not everyone has the opportunity to really wish that Santa is real and get to see how real he truly is. I am thankful in a weird way that I have been in low spots from time to time throughout my life that have shown me the love people can have for someone or a family they don't or hardly know just so that they can lift them in ways that only Santa can. It can feel truly miraculous on the receiving and the giving ends, both. I have a few cherished stories about the role Santa has played in my life, but there is not time to share them all here. Just know, I will believe in Santa for the rest of my life, and I hope you will too.
My Book Club
Good (and even celestial ) Friends
When you are in school, you can never tell who will end up going the long haul with you through life. You make friends, you lose friends, you make one or two more, lose them, and rinse and repeat until you leave school forever one day. Your whole life actualy, you are sifting and being sifted through the friend pile that is ever changing, yet every once in awhile you realize that one or two stellar souls keep on sticking to you. Or maybe you stick to them. Or possibly you keep taking turns, and it all turns out to be this big parallel thing in your life where these one or two people seem to be running alongside you with eerily similar yet still distinctly different experiences, and you always seem to be helping each other. And it is in that helping and seeing and sticking to one another's sides that the friendship can truly be seen for what it is—a celestial intervention of sorts. And it is a reminder that we signed up to help each other along this joyous yet occasionally treacherous path called life, and there are in fact some people who stay the course for a really long time, and I am so thankful that I have been sent not one, not even only two, but a few of these good friends who I do not know what my life would look like without them running alongside me through the good, bad, and ugly.
Teaching Writing
It has been a hot minute since I last let myself really write without restriction. I haven't really put any actual restrictions on my writing, but I also have not been giving myself room to breathe so that I can write, and that is almost the same as being grounded. That all said, the time I spend teaching my Creative Writing class provides me with that flicker of light I need to keep knowing that I am a writer. I am a poet. I am good at it too. I just don't know where to put the silence yet, so I can truly open up and write like I used to, and knowing that it is okay to not know all the answers causes me to feel deeply grateful. For now, mentoring young authors as they explore their creativity and my sporadic attempts to remind myself that I write too are enough.
Lights All Aglow
I am not thankful that my Christmas tree we have had for like ever and a day has finally bit the dust, but in the disappointment and realization that yet another thing has broken and the list of broken household items is mounting to insurmountable levels, I realized that the years we have had this Christmas tree have been many, and I caught myself feeling thankful that it lasted as long as it did. In that moment of realization, my entire outlook changed, and I could see the many happy times we have had sitting around its lights all aglow with Christmas gifts piled beneath, and it made me a little sad and a whole lot grateful. I am also extra grateful that the stores are slashing the prices on Christmas trees leading up to Thanksgiving week, so I can get a replacement without having to eat ramen for a year—or two.
Eating Like a King (Queen)
There is just something about eating out that makes me feel taken care of and lifted from my station. I think it has something to do with someone else doing all the work. And maybe part of it has to do with restaurant-quality ingredients too, but I am sticking with the someone else doing the work thing. It just makes a lot of sense. I am not grateful for how expensive it can get to eat out, but when you only go out every once in a blue moon, it is definitely a treat and something to be thankful for. The novelty of it is not wasted on me nor is the blessing of having a break from all the steps it takes to get food to the table and all the steps afterward of cleaning up. We had a nice time eating out for a few meals this weekend, and it provided a much needed break from reality for which I am truly thankful.
Words, Words, Words
I just had the song "On the Street Where You Live" come into my mind from My Fair Lady when I was considering how I wanted to write about my gratitude for words. Eliza Dolittle sings "Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words," and all I can say is I am in complete opposition to her sentiments! I am thankful for good words, words that make you feel something important or valuable. I like the words I write, read, or that people teach me that make my life better, happier, holier, greater, fuller, and closer to God. I grow sick of bad, mean, or lying words. I will give Eliza that much, but I won't budge on al the rest. Words are wonderful!
School Community
I am thankful for all the wonderful people I meet as a teacher. There are the students who are so fun (and even not so fun) who all teach me things, and that makes me grateful. There are the students' parents who are oftentimes thankful for me and all I do to teach, guide, and support their student in their journey of growing up and learning how to be, and I am thankful for every parent ever who sees what I give and appreciates my good work. And then, there are the teachers, staff, and administrators who could make or break my experience but always seem to make it, and they make it so good. I could never have planned on loving where I work so dearly. It is like a second home most of the time, and who could ask for more? (other than being independently wealthy and not having to work, am I right?).
P.S.
I don't even know what I did with that punctuation for the last sentence, but you get my drift…hopefully.
What a Day
Autumn Appreciation Post
taking care of me
Early Christmas
About twelve years ago, I realized that the Christmas season slipped through my fingers a little too quickly for my taste once I was becoming a teacher (instead of a stay at home mom) and my children were all over the place in December. So that's when the tradition of decorating for Christmas on or just after Thanksgiving changed forever. And this weekend, I dug out all the boxes of Christmas Past and reminisced and gave thanks and smiled and shed a few tears as I look at where the time has gone. My last child will be celebrating his last Christmas as a child. And that has been a hard thing for me to face, but at the same time, I am so thankful for my planner self who always looks ahead to see what day needs to be seized. And this Christmas season is going to be seized to the hilt! All the magic and joy and love and remembering Jesus Christ's birth and infinite love for us will all be there starting now and probably go into the new year if I can work it out. I am thankful for all the chances I have had and am being given now this Christmas to celebrate early, so we can savor the time and make some happy memories.
riding in cars with music
I did not have my vehicle for a couple of weeks due to a minor yet expensive rear-ending that a teenager gifted me this past summer in a Barnes and Noble parking lot, and I got it back yesterday. So that means I have been driving around town running errands with the windows down, sunroof open, and and the sick beats bumping. And I love it. I felt so much energy and joy and comfort and pure gratitude to be in my own car feeling safe and happy. I even put on my sunglasses, so you know it was a really good day.
Comfort and Love
Ability and Lessons Learned
Being able to wake up each day to try again is something I have considered a true gift lately. The ability to take care of oneself and the responsibilities around you should never be taken for granted. I am certain that the different injuries and illnesses I have experienced over the past five years or so have contributed to my gratitude in this thing, but we really should not knock what teaches us good lessons. I am reminded of something one of my students said in class the other day about how even all the bad things are valuable and we should be glad of those too (or something to that effect), and I said out loud something like, "Uh I am 100 hundred percent not glad for a couple of bad things for sure," yet here I am agreeing with her. So I would have to say that for today I am thankful to be well and strong enough at least to take care of me and mine and concede that I might be a tiny bit thankful at least for what the hard-earned but helpful lessons that the bad stuff teaches me.
Children and Water
Every time I stop to think about what I am thankful for, I think about my children and fresh running water.
I always am so grateful to know I was able to become a mother, to be given the chance to try my hand at raising up good humans, and I feel like I am succeeding. No, I am not perfect at this mothering thing, but I do put forth great effort each day to love, learn, grow, and repent of the mistakes and wrongs that seem to be never-ending. Getting to know the people I helped to bring to the world has been a great joy in my life, even if it has also been pretty difficult too if you ask me! What I have found is for all the challenges, we also receive fresh chances to touch pure golden joy that washes over the rough spots of life, clearing away some of the bad. I know this happened with my parents and me, so as I think of my children, I know that the time we spend working to know and love each other will become a beautiful gift despite all the hard things we experience along the way, and I am so thankful for this chance I get to try.