|The REAL first Thanksgiving?|
Since I generally hate doing what I'm told to do, I was going to write a lovely rant about why Thanksgiving kind of sucks because we're celebrating our first meal with some people who we later completely screwed over. But we all know that, right? Turkeys and Native Americans are not thankful to us. Just as long as we're clear on that.
Anways. If we put the past behind us and think about Thanksgiving as it is today, we can say it is a day that we stop and be thankful for everything we have... a day to take a deep breath and reflect, before we completely dive into the commercialism of Christmas.
And I am thankful. For a whole bunch of the usual stuff. I am thankful I managed to find some sort of job. I am very thankful for the new connection with my Aunt M and Uncle J that I got to have... it is awesome to feel like part of a bigger family! I am thankful for my bro having Sunny in his life and for our little Squeak. I am thankful for my doggies. I am thankful that my little car continues to run well and has never failed me yet... it has lasted longer than any other car I've ever had! (It's a 1997, by the way.) I am thankful for food and a warm bed and luxuries like the Internet.
And you know what I am really, really thankful for? You guys! You are my friends. This blog is the only safe place in my world, where I can just go and totally be myself and be as cranky as I want to be, and someone will always reply with, "Yeah, sometimes I feel like that too," or "thank you for your honesty." I know there are people from my real life, who I don't even get to see that often (or at all) who take the time to come read my blog, and it is awesome to feel like someone out there is listening. Reading your comments is often the best part of my day.
It is also a place where I can read other people's blogs, and never feel completely alone, because, hey, look, this person loves animals as much as I do, and this person hates when people talk with their mouth full, and this person has difficulty in social situations.
I am also thankful when I read about all of you parents out there who are raising kids with ADHD, autism, and other special needs. I read about the thought you put into parenting, how you try to find ways to balance bringing your child closer to the rest of the world and trying to get the rest of the world to meet them halfway. I didn't have that. When I read your blogs, I sometimes want to cry for the child I was... but I am thankful that these new children won't have to go through what I went through. They have their families behind them, no matter what. You parents are just such good people, such nice moms and dads, and it restores my faith in the world.
So, thank you, all of you, who are reading this right now. You know who you are. You are awesome. Happy Thanksgiving!