Hello, friends. I think I’m going to start writing about the things I’m thankful for each week. What better time to start something like this than the month of Thanksgiving, right? I appreciate all of the blessings in my life, and I know you do, too. So I hope you’ll join me by either adding comments on the blog or sharing on your social channels. Use #ThankfulThursday or tag me so I can see your posts!
Here we go…
Today I’m feeling thankful for all of the treasures my kids give me. I recently opened the drawer to my nightstand, which is where I keep my kids’ love notes and trinkets. I decided to read through all of their handwritten messages and sort through the beaded bracelets, knitted pouches and tissue-paper flowers. One of my favorites is a mason jar filled with “hugs.” My daughter Avery made this and told me she poked holes in the top like a saltshaker so I could sprinkle out a hug when I needed one (which is every day from that sweet thing).
I still have notes that date back to my son Evan’s first words. I love how sometimes I’m taller than a house and have flowers growing in my hair, and other times I’m bald wearing a triangle dress and square shoes. As I sort through all of these notes, one thing is clear. No matter how I look or change on each paper, I’m loved equally the same. It’s amazing how you can literally feel someone’s love jump off a page.
I wish I could keep every single drawing, but if you’re a parent you get it. The volumes of notes can get a bit out hand. You have to pick and choose the keepers and pray your kid doesn’t see the leftovers in the trash.
I’ll never forget when Avery found one of her drawings in the kitchen trash. When I saw the look on her face, I felt like crawling into the can right next to that crumpled up piece of paper. Needless to say, I learned to dispose of any “leftovers” discreetly and directly into the trashcan on the side of the house where no one ever goes (other than my husband Brandon, and he’s in this thing with me). I also learned not to feel too guilty about tossing things. I found a great quote that helped put things in perspective…
While I don’t have to keep everything my kids give me, I do need to take time to appreciate each and every item.
It’s important – and enough – to be grateful.
I’m thankful for that lesson, and it certainly helps when it comes time to weed through papers and make a quiet trip to the side of the house. At the end of the day I know I’ve given proper hugs and shared my deep appreciation of their love – which lives far beyond my nightstand drawer.