I am thankful for my family. This week has veen tough for me. Tougher than many may realize actually — but neverthelss, it thrusted me into this ongoing reflection of my nuclear family of my parents. I realized that I am blessed to have them. Sure I knew it, but this weeks I’m really understanding and grasping how truly blessed I am.
Growing up, I guess you can say is sort of …. Kind of …. took my parents for granted. They were a normal part of my routine and even though I learned EVERYONE’s family wasn’t like that – I still didn’t comprehend the depth of how much God had blessed me.
I remember looking at home videos and rummaging through old pictures not really noticing that in the background of every VHS gospel music was playing, or that every other photo was of me in my Sunday dress or my parents getting ready for some special occasion. I would laugh at scenes where my dad would catch my mom off guard while putting on her makeup or recording “Good Luck Charlie” videos for me even though I was too young to understand at the time he was recording them.
It somehow didn’t occur to me how much of a stretch it was for my dad to coach 4-5 sports and still make it to my kindergarten graduation (even if he had to jet out of there and head back to his players). I didn’t stop to think that the seemingly effortless way my mom knew exactly what I needed those days I was sick – wasn’t effortless at all. Half of the time, I didn’t realize she put HER own health and energy at risk making sure her little one was fine.
As I climbed my way to high school, I understood more, but still had a hard time understanding how blessed I was to have the family I did. By that time, I had broken curfew to hang out with friends – cringing every time my folks would call me to tell me I needed to get my tail home – not understanding that every moment I stayed away from the safety of the house, I was putting my life in danger. I now think on the times my dad would pull out his old record player and dance in the middle of the living room with my mom to their favorite oldies.
All of that…. I’m thankful for.
I’m thankful to have parents who work hard on their marriage every day because they realize that #1 GOD is the glue that helps them through hard times, #2 you’ve gotta put in work to reap the rewards of a lasting marriage, and #3 marriage is work. Life is work. Kids are work.
For this I’m thankful.
Random thoughts — but nevertheless — thoughts of thanks.