I just wanted to drop you a note, during this month of gratitude, to thank you for all that you are and do. I love you and feel thankful for your crooked little smiles and smelly feet. I appreciate your drawings, the songs you write, and the marshmallow shooters you create out of PVC pipes. I could not live without your hugs, your kisses, and your keen knowledge of the all the coolest Android apps. Would I have found Angry Bird Seasons without you?
I want to thank you for begging me to listen to 102.7 every time we get in the car, before I even have a chance to start it. Now, I get to sing along with Adele on “Someone Like You” a hundred times a day. (I know you are grateful for that, too!)
I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you how much I appreciate the new words you’ve taught me! I love to say the word pwned, almost as much as I love to write it. And, I don’t mind sharing my vernacular with you, too- after all, it’s not your generation that started “I know, right?” although you seem to have perfected it.
Thank you for giving me the chance to watch all eight Harry Potter movies over the course of a weekend without feeling guilty about the housework that didn’t get done. Thank you for sharing your Halloween candy with me even if I did gain five pounds the following week. And, thank you for
begging me to letting me shoot your paint ball gun- the orange splatter on the new fence is kind of nice!
I appreciate you letting the dog out, helping me find my keys, and allowing me get the tangles out of your hair without screaming (that one time).
Thanks for letting me buy three tubs of cookie dough that we will probably eat straight out of the fridge, with spoons. Thank you for selling me magazine subscription certificates that I will never remember to redeem!
I am grateful for your good grades, your ridiculously lame jokes, and your perseverance in trying to trick me into sitting on a whoopee cushion, even though you’ve never been able to do it. (Oh, and I appreciate your letting me “whoop” up on you in Blokus- sorry I bragged about it on Facebook).
Mostly, though, I want to tell you how grateful I am that you are such kind and generous people. (I’m talking to all you awesome kids, now.)
I love the incredulity (use the dictionary) in your voices when you talk about someone being cruel to another person or an animal- we should all struggle that hard to believe some of what we read and hear. I hope that you never get used to things like violence, hatred, and meanness!
I love that your friends are as diverse a group of people as they are. I love that you have yet to see your differences as walls that separate you. I am grateful that you seek to understand different cultures and beliefs. I hope that you will always be that open and accepting!
I love that when you see someone hurting, you want to help. I am grateful that you think we should all help. I hope you keep asking me, “Mommy, what can we do?” until I come up with an acceptable answer!
And, lastly, I love that you call me on my… um… baloney. If it’s not okay for you to lie, why should I suggest you say that you’re 10 when you’re clearly 11? (Even if you did just turn 11and it means a savings of five dollars?!) Seriously, though. I’m grateful for your honesty and I hope that you continue to tell the truth!
With Thanksgiving coming up next week, I just want you to know how truly thankful I am for you and for your peers. You are amazing little people and, if you stay thankful yourselves, you will undoubtedly to some truly great things!
Now, let’s get on with the cinnamon rolls and Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade!
(This post was originally published on the Charleston Daily Mail’s Mommyhood blog.)