We say our “gratefuls” most every day. I’m sure we forget every so often. For months my youngest was always grateful for broccoli and cheese. I can’t really blame him.
For awhile my eldest couldn’t ever say what she was grateful for. She couldn’t choose. Sometimes we’d hold up what we we doing until she agreed to some thing from the day we knew she’d enjoyed. Eventually we just let her skip when she needed to.
For a few years, I posted daily on social media every day in November a few things I was randomly grateful for that day.
I quit social media a few years ago, unless you count this. I started up a new platform early-covid. I quit it in August. And then my mom asks a few days into December if I still do daily gratitudes in November and if I’d do them with her. I’d forgotten all about that aspect of this habit.
Sure, I said. And we didn’t get to every day. It’s been an odd month in our family, let alone “with everything that’s going on.” I do think that’ll be the catch phrase of this year. Is the safe gauge to ask someone how things are going “with everything that’s going on” and let them decide which pieces of that everything they’d like to talk about.
I think she forgot to do today’s and I think I did as well.
As my husband and I are teaching our children that thanksgiving is a day to practice gratitude like we do most every day, but that in our family it is to be particularly aware of and grateful for having enough food to eat and share that we spend time making, sharing, and eating good food.
As we’re waiting another year or two to talk about what other people may be celebrating today, or why there are pilgrim hats on turkeys everywhere, they’ll forget to be grateful for broccoli and cheese (as they are busy being grateful for pumpkin pie and homemade challah and mashed potatoes.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that this year the things that are small are easier to be aware of and grateful for than the past. The slowing down is to thank. The daily life differences between Too Much Corporate and Never Too Much Playtime. The effort and the lack of other efforts.
I’m grateful for the hope I feel when I see the first curls hinting at cabbage heads. Or broccoli bunches. Or cauliflower.
Your challah looks wonderful! It’s a wonderful way to evoke a sense of thanks.
Your challah is gorgeous! My husband has become the challah master in our home. I love to bake, but mostly the sweet stuff. I’ve never been a bread bakers, except for some quick breads.
I enjoyed reading about your family’s tradition of saying what you are grateful for. It’s a nice way of thinking about the many little positive things that happen every day.
How nice it is to have the tradition of saying why you are grateful each day. Sometimes it is the smallest of things that matter the most.
Started reading online again, after a long break. So glad I came here. Good to see how this garden has grown. Produce for the spirit, and you’re giving it away. Such a deal!