Today has been a busy one.
And I wish my poor Mama were here so very much right now.
Besides the obvious reasons, there’s this.
I’d set her down, bring her a glass of tea, whatever book she’s reading, and–
I’d rub her feet.
All those years she put a veritable feast on the table, and all we could do is eat it. In such a small fraction of the time it took for her to prepare it.
And then we children would work out the details about who was cleaning up what–I’m using “work out” as a euphemism here.
She could cook circles around me, as my children often lovingly *ahem* remind me. Still, I know she was worn out from all the Thanksgiving dinner preparations. Today I’ve only done about half of what she did, and I am one whooped puppy.
So tonight I’m calling it a night with a tired body reminding me how old I am and a mind already ticking off what needs to be done when I get up in the morning.
I am thankful. For a body that can still do and a mind that can still plan. I am thankful for the bounty of groceries that I have gone through today and yet, there’s still plenty more to cook from the next day and the next and the day after that. I am grateful for the sanitation folks who picked up our trash this morning and will pick up from all this from my meal preparations next week. I am thankful for the farmers and the growers and the folks who packaged and shipped and transported and shelved and sold me these groceries. I appreciate the laughter of my children today while I was cooking and prepping and trying to figure out if I could find one more baking dish…..
Tomorrow we will celebrate and give thanks together once again at Blackberry Flats–our homeplace for right at 37 years now. It’s been several years since we gathered together around Mama’s good cooking, and tomorrow, while she and Daddy and all those who have gone on up to the House will be missed–it will be a celebration of what is good and right to be back “home” eating Thanksgiving dinner. The littles will climb trees and pet kittens and play good guys and bad guys or Star Wars or something like that, while all of us grownups will either watch football or try to figure out if anyone will notice if we close our eyes for just a minute…..or both.
Tonight I am thankful for so many things, and one big one is you. Thank you for stopping in and reading my stories. Whether this is the first time or the 622nd time, thank you. When you read what flows from my heart and soul through my fingers to this keyboard and screen, you bring them to life. And I thank you for that. A story wants to be heard. Thank you for listening.
Most of all, I am thankful that, as I picked up one of the potholders my Daddy made for my Mama years ago and I went over to the oven to peek in on my pies, I heard my Mama’s voice.
“And grant us, Lord, a grateful heart,
For these and all our many blessings.
Whether it’s original or not, I will always think of these as her words. It was her prayer and how she lived her life. No matter what happened, she always looked for something to be thankful for.
Is it any wonder that, despite all the cooking she did, this holiday was one of her favorite days all year? She just wished we’d celebrate and give thanks year round.
Thankful to you and for you.
Love to all.