We have a wonderful Thanksgiving planned this year, but I still find that while I am grateful for the usual things, I am also grateful for some of the strangest things. Some of them have changed since last year, and new ones have cropped up:
I am writing this with one hand and at a thirty degree angle while my daughter plays with a retractable tape measure and laughs at a deafening level with her legs across my stomach, and my son is “making a salad” for a monkey on a cooking app on his tablet, and squeezed in a space of approximately six inches between me and the arm of my couch. Spending time with them is my happiest time; and I am grateful they want to be with me.
When my son said he had his sister’s “co-opulation” he didn’t know what that sounded like to my adult ears. He just meant that she had finally been persuaded to get out of the driver’s seat in my car and come in the house from the garage. (I now have two would-be back up drivers).
My kids are still scared of what happens at “three”. I can count, with or without the demonstration of the numbers on my fingers, and they will listen to my directions. They usually aren’t happy, but as long as they comply.
And now, my son is cooking an elephant a dish with pumpkin, even though the elephant shook his head, “no” to the pumpkin. “He doesn’t want it, but I am going to make him try it.” Where has he heard that before (spinach at dinner)? My children make me laugh!
Speaking of which, grateful that my Alexa Dot has a full cadre of Alvin and the Chipmunk songs, because even though it is a tad bit strange to hear the Chipettes sing, “If you like it, then you better put a ring on it” the songs start some of the best dance parties in the history of my home.
Even though he does it with the hugest put-upon attitude, my son will go to the fridge and get me a diet soda if I ask. (“Train them young,” I say).
My son is generous enough to find the Amazon app on my phone and find wonderful toys and presents for his friends, his sister, and me. I am glad he is generous and wants to give. I am even more grateful that he does not know my password. I am also grateful that the folks at Amazon were understanding when during a brief moment that the parental controls were off of my daughter’s tablet and she ordered ninety-nine dollars’ worth of children’s shows on Prime, that they reversed the sale. Amazing work for an hour for a two year old!
Wishing a wonderful Thanksgiving to everyone! What “strange” things are you grateful for?