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Thanks
I can't believe I forgot my family! I mean, I didn't forget them, I thought of them all day on Thanksgiving, but when I listed the things I'm thankful for, they disappeared. I will have to rectify that.
I am so thankful for my mom. She gave birth to me, passed up many opportunities for justifiable homicide, even forgave me for the aforementioned justifications. She gave me my twisted sense of humor. She always treated me like an equal. She taught me right from wrong. She listens to me, always has. She worries about me. She has protected me from worry, and from harm, as much as any person can protect another. She kept me up till 4am some nights just to talk. She makes me laugh. She still thinks I'm a little girl. She didn't give in to the temptation to spoil me, though I begged her to. When I did wrong, she trusted me to make it right. She let me stay home sick from school when I was just too scared to go. She let me be my own person. She let me keep a key to the house when I moved out. She helped me with my homework. She let me watch R movies when I was little. I love her. She is the greatest mother I have ever known, and I regret all the times I said "everybody else's mom (cooks, lets their friends stay over, fill-in-the-blank)..."
I am grateful for my little brother. For most of his life, I have been so mean to him, and I can't say why. He is truly a good kid. He is polite (to people outside our fam), he's smart, he's trustworthy. I think he might look up to me, or might have at some point. How can you not love that? He really is lovable, too. He is cute, playful, blithe. I couldn't stand for anyone to hurt him, excepting myself, of course. I love him.
I am thankful for my dad. I didn't live with him for most of my life, and I guess part of me always thought he would just forget me. When he remarried, I thought I'd lost him for good. But the other day, he was e-mailing me, calling whoever he could think of, trying to get a hold of me. Just so he could say Hi. I almost cried. I love my dad. I've spent so long missing him, even when I'm there with him... I want us to be closer.
I am grateful for my grandma. She is the best parent, grandparent, teacher. Period. I have always wanted to be like her. She is the reason I want to have children. She is patient, she is gentle, she is obeyed absolutely. She is a fantastic role model. She always made me feel special. She told me I was smart and beautiful and that I would succeed. And I knew my grandma would never say anything that wasn't unequivocal truth. I love her so much.
I am grateful for everyone who loves me. Family in name and in spirit. I feel supported and safe, just knowing that you are out there. And I love you too.
I am so thankful for my mom. She gave birth to me, passed up many opportunities for justifiable homicide, even forgave me for the aforementioned justifications. She gave me my twisted sense of humor. She always treated me like an equal. She taught me right from wrong. She listens to me, always has. She worries about me. She has protected me from worry, and from harm, as much as any person can protect another. She kept me up till 4am some nights just to talk. She makes me laugh. She still thinks I'm a little girl. She didn't give in to the temptation to spoil me, though I begged her to. When I did wrong, she trusted me to make it right. She let me stay home sick from school when I was just too scared to go. She let me be my own person. She let me keep a key to the house when I moved out. She helped me with my homework. She let me watch R movies when I was little. I love her. She is the greatest mother I have ever known, and I regret all the times I said "everybody else's mom (cooks, lets their friends stay over, fill-in-the-blank)..."
I am grateful for my little brother. For most of his life, I have been so mean to him, and I can't say why. He is truly a good kid. He is polite (to people outside our fam), he's smart, he's trustworthy. I think he might look up to me, or might have at some point. How can you not love that? He really is lovable, too. He is cute, playful, blithe. I couldn't stand for anyone to hurt him, excepting myself, of course. I love him.
I am thankful for my dad. I didn't live with him for most of my life, and I guess part of me always thought he would just forget me. When he remarried, I thought I'd lost him for good. But the other day, he was e-mailing me, calling whoever he could think of, trying to get a hold of me. Just so he could say Hi. I almost cried. I love my dad. I've spent so long missing him, even when I'm there with him... I want us to be closer.
I am grateful for my grandma. She is the best parent, grandparent, teacher. Period. I have always wanted to be like her. She is the reason I want to have children. She is patient, she is gentle, she is obeyed absolutely. She is a fantastic role model. She always made me feel special. She told me I was smart and beautiful and that I would succeed. And I knew my grandma would never say anything that wasn't unequivocal truth. I love her so much.
I am grateful for everyone who loves me. Family in name and in spirit. I feel supported and safe, just knowing that you are out there. And I love you too.