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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

Some photos from Thanksgivings past.

2020 has been a very strange and scary year. I’m grateful, as always, for my wonderful family. My husband and my two sons are the reason why I get up every morning. I’m grateful we’re still here, healthy and well.

My husband as a trucker is an essential worker. Throughout the pandemic, he’s worked every day except for the very beginning when he was sidelined and on worker’s compensation with a broken elbow. He’s made numerous trips into New York City when the active cases were high and climbing higher by the day.

My son is also an essential worker. His metal fabrication employer finishes pieces for medical equipment. He has also worked every day.

I am also an essential employee, but because of my age and my asthma, I have worked for over eight months from home for my law firm employer. I am beyond grateful that just last week I earned a promotion to paralegal.

Other than a nasty chest cold that earned me a trip to my doctor’s respiratory clinic and yes, an unpleasant covid test, I have been well. My covid test was negative. Thank goodness.

We have been lucky and far more fortunate than others. For this, I am thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. Stay well.

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I know I’ve written of it many times before – the soft and sheltered childhood I had. Looking back now I realize I was a little princess. I had no chores, no responsibilities and no worries. Yet I was a nervous and scared child – a worrywart. Some of that is just my personality, and some of it is because I’m a product of my environment. My mother was a stay at home mom with little social contact outside of family. She hated people, crowds and social situations. She never wanted to hang out with the neighbors. She was happiest reading, baking, gardening, or sewing. I always wanted to be her.

I had a good upbringing. Times were hard financially, but I never knew that. I was never told we were struggling at times. I had everything I wanted. There was always a new dolly whenever I wanted one so I was happy. True most of (if not all) of my clothing was homemade. I look at old photos, and everything I’m wearing is something Mom made. I thought it was because she loved to sew. I know differently now. I know it was because it cost less, too. Those handmade things caused me grief in high school. It was something else for the mean kids to ridicule. Never mind that the handmade things were prettier and better quality than some of the store bought items. They made me different and I hated that. I was determined when I had kids of my own that they’d never wear handmade clothes to school and they never did. I never picked up the gift of sewing. I never could master reading a pattern whether it was sewing or crocheting, and I never could master a sewing machine. My seams were crooked, the material ended up full of holes and bits of thread knots, and I broke needles on the sewing machine by the dozens. I never enjoyed it, and maybe I subconsciously thwarted it.

This time of year always brings back memories of my childhood. I try not to let it overwhelm me, but at times it does. I don’t want my sons to remember Mom crying every holiday. Hubby tells me I should be making happy memories for them, and I try to, but it’s hard. My family is all gone now. They moved away or died. My parents, aunt and grandparents are dead, and my cousins are scattered across other states. I’ve written of my brother before. We haven’t spoken in years, and I gave up on him after trying several times. In my mind’s eye I see all those smiling, happy faces from my childhood sitting around my mother’s dining room table. I cherish those memories and am truly thankful that I had those good people in my life.

thanksgivingI thank God for hubby. I am blessed that we found each other and have built a life and a family together. It has not been an easy life. We’ve struggled with money, ADHD, Autism, Diabetes, job losses and a part-time marriage for the past few years after he became a trucker. I am thankful for and proud of what we have together. I found my other half when I answered a newspaper ad 26 years ago. Not many marriages last 25 years these days. People give up too easily. Sometimes toughing it out through hard times makes marriages better and stronger. Thank you for always being there for me, honey. I love you.

I am thankful for the two handsome, funny and wonderful young men who share our home. I couldn’t have asked for better sons. Both of them are loving, sensitive and hard-working. Most importantly they are good men. They share a love of trains, and both have wicked senses of humor. They laugh and joke together, and they keep melancholy old Mom laughing, too. They’ve perked me up more than once. I am so glad I have them.

Happy Thanksgiving. I hope everyone finds something to be thankful for today.

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Thankful

I always say “family” when I am asked what I am thankful for. Family means so many different things, and I feel like I have had many families in my life.

There was the family I had growing up. They were a wonderful, close-knit group of silly and loving people.  We had lots of laughs as a family.  We always got together on holidays, and the house was full to bursting.  I miss those family gatherings more than I can say. We have many photos and old home movies of family get-togethers, usually at my parents’ house although we did Christmas Eve at Grandpa and Gramma’s house.  Sadly, most of my family is gone now. I miss them very much. The folks from my family that are left live out of state – Michigan and Texas, and I’m still in New York. I miss them all.

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Then there is the family I began when I married my dear, sweet Hubby.  We have two wonderful young men who still live home with us.  I am very fortunate to have my two boys.  With Hubby on the road all week long, I’d be very lonely without the boys.  The four of us are also a zany group.  I think the boys and I are a bit sillier than Hubby is.  Sometimes I don’t think he knows quite what to make of us.  I am so very grateful and thankful for my three men.  They are the glue that holds me together.  I love them all very much.

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There is also Hubby’s family.  His parents adopted me as a daughter on the day we married.  My father-in-law is gone now, and I miss him a lot.  My mother-in-law is 90 and still going strong.

Another family that means the world to me is the family of pets and critters.  I had two dogs growing up, and I’ve had one dog, several birds, several fish and six cats since I’ve been married. I still have two cats and a bird.  I also have the wildlife right outside my front door.  I consider the squirrels to be part of my family, too.  Maybe that makes me nutty, but I don’t care.  Sera appreciates me, and I appreciate her and all the others out there keeping me entertained.

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There is also the family of friends I have – folks I met at school or while working.  I still talk to High School friends on Facebook.  I try hard to keep in touch with friends from past jobs, and we get together for lunches or dinners.  That’s hard because everyone is busy, and when you don’t see them every day, you tend to lose touch.  That makes me sad when that happens.  I also have a “family” of coworkers in my current job, and I am very grateful that we all get along and work well together.

I also have a whole new family here on WordPress.  I have met so many interesting and creative people.  I get such joy out of reading others’ blogs.  I feel small in comparison sometimes because the poetry is so creative, and the writing is so eloquent.  The photography and artistry is amazing.  The friendships I have formed here mean so much to me.  Thank you, everyone, from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and to yours.