Thanksgiving, oh Thanksgiving. It truly is one of my favorite holidays.

Bring on the turkey and the sweet potato casserole. I wait in anticipation the yearlong for those two staples of fine holiday cuisine.

More than the food that this time of year brings along is the reminder to be grateful. I’ve already been practicing my thankfulness this month, and I can attest that being grateful for the things that you have instead of always miserable over the things you do not have is the way to go.

If I’m being honest, the modern first world me is ticked off as can be over the saga of the of my house. In truth, I’ll gripe about it to anyone who will listen. But the me that prefers to pretend she lives in the 1800s (I’ve been watching a lot of (Little House on the Prairie) or something is just happy as a clam to have electricity, a roof over my head and access to modern medicine.

In all seriousness though, I am grateful for many many things.

I am very grateful for my husband who works awful hard and lets me stay at home and mind the house and rear the children. I often feel like there is a stigma attached to being a stay at home mom, and sometimes I struggle with the guilt of not contributing to our household financially. But Michael never gives me much grief over it and I’m glad because I think I would have a nervous breakdown and die if I couldn’t spend every day with our boy. I’d much rather be on a budget than miss out on his childhood.

I am also very thankful for my family, from which at the age of 34 I still have very little independence and I really don’t care if that is normal or not. I still call home every morning when I wake up. I see my parents several times a week and would really prefer to live much closer to them so I could wear out my welcome and just hop on over for breakfast every morning. I probably already wear out my welcome, but I’m thankful that they let me.

I could really drone on and on for hours about all of the things I am thankful for, but I’ll spare everyone all the details.

Do know there was a time in my life, basically the entire decade of my 20s, when I found it very hard to be thankful for anything. I was so focused on the shame of what I felt I had not achieved, and I was so focused on comparing myself to other people that it completely stole every ounce of joy from my life. I knew all along how blessed I was, but I just could not find any true happiness or contentment in those blessings. 

If you’re reading this and find yourself in a similar situation, I say drown in your sorrows another day but today drown your sorrows in mashed potatoes and casseroles.

But really, I hope everyone reading this is able to be happy and thankful today and every day.

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