Thankfulness vs. Grumbling
I believe that thankfulness is something that actually needs a bit of cultivating in order to become a habit. From my own personal experience, I don’t believe it comes as naturally or as easily as grumbling does. What about you?
When I was young…
My family all went to my relatives’ home in the country on Thanksgiving Day. All the aunts and uncles and cousins were there together. As a child it was glorious fun playing with the cousins. I vividly remember the delicious tastes and glorious smells. I remember the overflowing abundance of food.
For the adults, more than likely it was MOSTLY a LOT of work! I hope it was also fun for them, too. I do remember a lot of good old fashioned belly-laughs among the adults! That is a happy memory.
And I remember disagreements over what was the best way to make gravy. (With cornstarch OR with flour!) There were very SERIOUS disagreements. Over gravy! And yet they could get pretty heated! Sadly, Thanksgiving can be UNhappy times for adults!
And after the meal…
The kids went for a walk with one of the uncles…probably to get us out of the kitchen while the dishes were done, and the left-over food put away. We always walked to the railroad tracks and back. It was a long and cold walk, but such fun together.
I am thankful for my childhood.
My Mom was ill much of my early years and died when I was a pre-teen. (Everything seemed to change then.) But she had packed a tremendous amount of memories into her few short years. She was the ROCK of the family. Not just our immediate family, but the entire family. Maybe it was because of her illness that she knew what was important and could let go of the rest of the mess of natural family human interactions.
My Mother was creative.
She loved to bake. She loved to sew and made many of my older sister’s clothes. And some of mine too.
The thing that I love remembering most of all is how much my mother loved Jesus. It was evident she knew Him personally. It took me awhile to figure it out, but I am most grateful for THAT heritage.
I’d love for you to leave a comment about today’s Thanksgiving post. Some suggestions:
1. What is your favorite Thanksgiving holiday tradition?
2. What are you cultivating for your family’s future memories?
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Until next time…
God bless you bunches!
Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus! 
Awaiting His shout,
The MomCourager™
Yup! That was Thanksgiving at our house! Yes, it was a lot of work, and I think the sisters and Uncle Sam loved every minute of it. My mother baked pies for weeks. My father’s mother and auntie came over before Thanksgiving and helped make beaten biscuits. What a loving thing for my father’s mother to do with her son especially when she did not come for dinner. That was a fun time. And yes, it was always a cold, but fun walk. ❤️❤️❤️
I didn’t know the biscuit story. I’m so glad for all those wonderful memories!