If whites didn't come to this country, and my Blackfoot family never met my Irish family, and then my other Irish family never meet my Blackfoot/Irish family, I wouldn't be here. So I am Thankful. If Husband's Scottish/English/German family never met his Cherokee family, we wouldn't have our 3 wonderful mutts. (Large is so flippin proud to be a mutt, it cracks me up)
I am Thankful that my Irish families immigrated here, both in the late 1800's and again in the 1960's. I am thankful for my dual citizenship (just in case I need to use it, giggle). I am thankful for my family, and the life we have created. I am thankful for my livestock and my garden.
There are so may things to be thankful for, yet we always get smacked with the things we don't want. And we harp and we dwell. I know I can get scared, depressed and gritchy. I try hard not to, but it can get overwhelming.
I am really not that worried about Thanksgiving dinner. Even though my previous post made it seem that way. It was a distraction from my real worries, the hay problem.
Life is completely and utterly unfair. I know that, we all know that. But we strive to make the best of it. And I am thankful for that. Otherwise we would all be miserable lumps. And who really wants to be angry and sad all the time? If you can't find the joys in the little things, you will never find joy. And lately that has been a struggle for me.
I am thankful it was only a mild stroke, and that the big one didn't happen as they had warned me.
I am thankful that Husband decided to be a motorcycle mechanic rather than a surgeon. Of course he will wonder out loud about what ifs. . . but he loves what he does.
I am thankful that I spent so many years homeless. Without that I might not ever pushed myself, and appreciate what I have now. And thankful for those like Kris
I am thankful that I got to spend 30 days with my first son.
I know many women never get that much. He taught me to be strong. He taught me that it wasn't just about me. And he taught my friends that people of different religions, faiths, and God(s) can be in the same room, and share each other's prayers with respect. His NICU basket looked like an tribute to world religions. And the Grateful Dead. His name is Getty and my Father keeps his company.
I am thankful that I have three healthy hellions. They are trying to teach me patience.
I am thankful to be given the opportunity to share all this with you. And thankful that you have taken the time to read it.
I am thankful that I have stories, loves and laughter to share.
Guess I just needed to remind myself that even when things go bad, there is happiness and thankfulness in it.
(I really did mean for this post to be a discussion on thankfulness. But it took on something different.)