Yesterday we celebrated midwinter Christmas. A collection of all kinds of comfort food and punch filled our table, accompanied by Bing Crosby Christmas songs. Hannah brought up the idea of everyone sharing why they’re grateful for the other people in our family, and also for themselves. Elliott declined to comment.
The hardest part of course is to be grateful to yourself for something. In any case, I said that I was grateful for having built the home we live in now, and for having all this time with the family.
I noticed that children need to be told once in a while that you are grateful for them being around and that you will always be there for them. This may seem obvious to an adult, but kids need to hear it and it calms them down. I realized that to them at times their world seems like a big, wide, wild ocean. I, as a parent, am their rock and anchor point. Besides, being cherished makes you feel good at any stage in your life.
Our bus I certainly cherish, for all its crannies and spaces it provides for us. Here is a record of some final features of our home that hadn’t made it into previous posts yet.