Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 15

Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 15 - Thanksgiving!

Day 15, Thanksgiving and gratitude.

We do not celebrate any holidays except for Thanksgiving, and it is for one thing only, to reflect on the blessings and to express gratitude.

One must be grateful to know that we have enough, there is always someone worse than we are. And we are grateful for everything.

While our journey has had more ups than downs, we know that those "ups" did not happen by themselves. Along the way, we were supported by neighbors, colleagues, friends, and sometimes even strangers who have extended a helping hand when we needed it most. Thanksgiving gives us that opportunity to feel grateful and to acknowledge the countless individuals who have played a role in shaping our journey.

And mind you, Thanksgiving is not about food (if you read my earlier post about cooking, you will know that I do not like cooking) but I do my best to put the American style food on the table.

Here is that link in case you missed it earlier. https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2024/04/celebrating-25-years-of-motherhood-day_5.html

Thanksgiving is about giving thanks and being the helping hand for someone else who is in need; Paying it forward. One of my friends hosts Thanksgiving or what we now call it as "Friendsgiving" at her house every year and it has become our new tradition. We, as immigrants in this country, have embraced this tradition for what it stands, being grateful!

And while I teach my children how to be grateful, I , in turn, am grateful to my children, they are my guiding light, they have helped me become a better version of me, the more accepting and empathetic.

JF Kennedy said, “we must find the time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives.”

“Don’t forget to show your kids how much you appreciate them. They deserve gratitude too.” Shower arguments.

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