Just the best holiday ever, as far as I’m concerned. I adopted it wholeheartedly when we lived in NYC and with an American daughter, it’s now a firm favourite in this English / American / Chinese household.
Why do I love Thanksgiving so much?
Because it’s not about presents.
Because it is about people. And gratitude.
For me, it’s about putting words of thanks together into sentences and saying them out loud to the people who really matter in my world.
To my eldest, the American: to say thanks for the spirit with which she shows up to everything in her life. She is like a tornado – moving at speed, causing untold chaos around her, very focused on the current ‘thing’ and then very fast to switch attention to the next ‘thing’. She is strong willed, independent and fiery – and she challenges me every single day to be a better person. So I can set the best possible example to her of a life well lived.
To my middle one, the Brit: to say thanks for the emotion that he brings to all that he does. He is full of hugs and laughter and tears and rage and he lets it all run through him openly and then, exhausted, lets it pass and moves on swiftly. He is the performer and the kind hearted caregiver. This is the boy who is not afraid to love. He reminds me to apply ‘equality’ in his direction as well as his sisters.
To my littlest, my ever-more Chinese bundle of joy: to say thanks for the joy and the cheek with which she embraces her world. She takes her chances, she embraces risk. There’s nothing her older siblings can do that she wouldn’t try (if I would let her!) She uses her charm to her own advantage… and melts the heart of whoever is trying to tell her to do differently. She reminds me to have fun – every day, in the smallest of ways.
And to my hubby. My globe-trotting partner in crime. Thanks for the continued adventure of a lifetime. It may not always be easy, but it is never dull.