As I reflect on Thanksgiving, 2017, I am thankful for all that I have. The people who mean the most to me, spent the day at my home. Cooking and hosting my own Thanksgiving dinner is the new norm for me since I’m no longer invited to the family dinner. It’s been three years since I’ve spent Thanksgiving with my family but I’ve moved on from that and created my own tradition. My youngest son chooses to spend the day with me even though he still gets invited to the family dinner. We never really talked about it but he will ask what we are doing for the day. My response to him is that I’m cooking and I tell him who is coming over and we carry on. My three year old granddaughter “helped” me cook. This will be a new tradition that I will cherish forever.
Thanksgiving is a day of reflection for what we are thankful for. I’m thankful for many things including my health, my career and friends. I am thankful for my faith and patience in restoring my relationship with my son. And let me tell you this, that faith and patience is paying off. He called me last night. We could not talk for long but he told me that he wished that he had my macaroni and cheese which made me chuckle and smile. He spoke with his brother for a bit and I told him that I loved him. I’m thankful for this tiny step towards the healing process.