Falling Down and Being Thankful

It’s not about the turkey, mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce. At least not completely. Truth be told, I could care less about the food… although I enjoy it. It’s about family. It’s about all the people that move through your life. The holidays make me remember and appreciate. I’m thankful for that.

Each of us, at least once, has had challenges to overcome. Whether they be health-related, relationship related, community related or all of the above. A devastating loss, an impossible decision, something we think we will never get over.  Most of us have fallen down more than once. Literally and figuratively. I’m thankful for that.

I know that sounds crazy. I’m not thankful for the pain, of course not. But for having made it through… more or less intact. I’m thankful for the people that circled me like eagles, protecting me, encouraging me, not letting me hit the ground too hard. Sometimes I have felt completely on my own. But if I am truthful with myself, really I’m not. I’m thankful for that.

There is something in the falling. Every time we get back up is proof that we can. My mother was one of the constants in my life. She is no longer here in the physical sense and although I can no longer hear her voice, I hear her voice. Look for the beauty. Get some rest. Believe it will get better. It always does. Be still. I’m thankful for her.

I’m thankful for a family I can count on. I am thankful for friends that are truly friends. People may disappoint you if you have too many expectations. So here it is. I know I can get up by myself and I know I can ask for help. I’m thankful for that.

I am thankful and honored too, if I can be the eagle for others.