In 2006, I wrote this post in response to a blogger asking us what we’re most grateful for. I am blessed more than I deserve and I know, more than many. But despite that abundance, it was an easy question to answer. Then and now.
Here is my own Thanksgiving homage:
Rather than create a laundry list of the incredible and plentiful blessings that I am surrounded with every day, I decided to narrow my focus to my greatest gift.
My daughter. She is quite simply the best part of me.
Her questions force me to find my own clarity. Her humor is the perfect salve for a stressful day. Her fears remind me of my own humanity and her insecurities keep my heart tender.
Her zest for life’s delights feeds my spirit and her need to re-charge urges me to slow down now and then. Her laughter triggers my own (sometimes in the most inappropriate places and times) and her tears show me the depth of my own vulnerability.
Her drive to succeed tempers my own so we can talk about balance and her sense of discovery (both academic and of self) lets me indulge in the same.
Her need to learn about the responsibilities that come along with being given a good life allows me to share my talents unselfishly and take her along for the ride.
Her presence gives me purpose. Her future gives me hope. And her faith in me inspires me to be a better person. She is my Jiminy Cricket.
She is my legacy. And she is, every single day, my season of gratitude.
How about you….will you take a moment and share your season of gratitude with me?