As I have been sitting here thinking about the last couple of months, I am feeling truly thankful for having the opportunity to start my blog. It has been a true labor of love and it has made me feel happy and more content than I have in quite some time.
I now feel like I have somewhere to go and put down the words that fill up my head. The thoughts I have been keeping inside for so long now have a place to go. I wasn’t sure about sharing my feelings or thoughts with anyone. I’ve been writing for myself for so long that the thought of putting it out there for the world to see was frightening. Now, when I look though my old journals and I prepare to post them to my blog, I enjoy going back through my days reflecting and deciding what to share with you all next. I have so much to share with you and I’m excited to do so.
It’s hard losing a family member, never mind losing them during the holidays. And as this is a bittersweet time of the year for me, I can honestly say that this year is probably one of the better ones in a long time. Don’t get me wrong, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of my mom, however, now I’m focusing on thinking of the good times rather than the sad times. I know in my heart this is what my mom would have wanted.
Since it is Thanksgiving, I thought I would share a story about the last time I helped my mom prepare for Thanksgiving dinner. My parents lived about an hour away, so I took the day off from work the day before Thanksgiving to help her prepare everything. On the way up there, I was listening to Christmas music (yes, I am one of those annoying Christmas nerds that will start in October) and enjoying the scenery. The leaves on the trees, those that had any left, were beautiful deep shades of orange and red. A few of the farms had some of their cows up and close to the road. I distinctly remember this day because it started to snow. They were small, light and coming down fast. As quickly as they appeared, they were gone just as fast.
When I arrived at my parents’ house, my mom of course had already started the meal prep. I’d asked her what I could do to help, and she gave me my favorite job ever, peeling potatoes. UGH. I hate doing that. I told her so and she said, “Well, are you helping or not?” This continued through the morning and at one point, she caught me slacking off staring out the window. I said, “Mom, it’s snowing.” The next thing I knew we were both staring out the window. What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and share that moment with her again.
Time goes by so quickly as we always hear, but never really acknowledge it until something in your life happens to make you realize it. It’s human nature. We all are guilty of taking every day for granted. I am still guilty of it. Even when things happen to shake up your world, everything returns to normal as time goes by. For some of us, it becomes the “new” normal.
When you sit down this year at Thanksgiving, take the time to look around your table. No, seriously, look around and remember this day. Remember all the memories you will make with your friends and family this day. Remember the laughs, the good food, and how much you wanted to take a nap afterwards. Take a mental note and keep a visual picture in your heart. Enjoy everything you can, time goes by so fast. I know. But I also know I am truly thankful, grateful and blessed.