Before I get immediately slated here, I’ll just point out for the record that I am not American. Nor do I have a great deal of experience with Thanksgiving. However, with all of the Thanksgiving talk on social media this week, it got me thinking:
‘What am I really thankful for?’
I’ll be the first to hold my hand up and admit that I am a pessimist by nature. A ‘glass half empty’ kind of girl, a classic British whinger. This post isn’t intended to be a smug ‘look how awesome my life is’ gloat either. It’s simply me taking a little time out to reflect on the good bits, amongst the areas that aren’t so great.
Now if you’re a fellow cynic or just not in the mood for some sugary, heartfelt reading, then you can either go and grab the sick bucket before carrying on with this post or hit the back button. The usual sarcastic service will resume in a few days, I promise…
A given for most people perhaps, but I am so very thankful for my immediate family. These are the people who I owe so much to. The people who I don’t see as often as I should but who mean the world to me.
For teaching me about being heard, finding independence, staying strong through tragedy and fighting for what really matters, amongst so many other things. She actually went on to gain her university degree after raising us kids and serves as a real-life reminder that it’s never too late to become who you want to be.
For being a shoulder to cry on when things get tough. The one who can fix most matters of the heart with just a cuddle, decent brew and a cat/some childhood anecdote to serve as a distraction from whatever drama I’m dealing with at the time. He’s also the coolest guy I know!
For being…my sisters! The ones who I know I can rely upon to be there for a girly catch up, gossip, moan or putting the world to rights together over cake and tea. To help fix a broken heart without even saying a word, through an unrivalled bond that only siblings can truly understand. Let’s just promise not to tell Mum about the drunken nights out, yeah? 😉
I’m going to tell you the truth. I never wanted to be a mother *awkward*
I was never the maternal type; I just wanted to travel the world and not have to deal with too many responsibilities. Who doesn’t? Life, as it does, had other ideas and at just 17 years old, I was blessed with a beautiful baby girl. One look at her and I fell head over heels in love, knowing that my life had changed forever.
I embraced motherhood and Lucie joined our family three years later. Raising my girls has been the hardest job I’ve ever known, yet they are the best thing that could have happened to me (even in the midst of the shitty teenage years that we’re tackling now!)
Ah, my brand new husband! Now we haven’t actually been together for a great length of time – we married around two years after our first date – but as they say: ‘When you know, you know’. Adam is one of the most caring, patient and level-headed people I’ve ever met. We simply ‘click’.
We have been through the highs and lows, supporting each other, laughing, loving and making memories. I’m so very thankful for being able to experience a love like never before. I adore the guy a ridiculous amount and am confident that our future together will be a happy one. Ok, so even I’m reaching for that sick bucket now. To be fair, he deserves credit for thriving in a household with three hormonal females. That’s no fun for anybody!
Again, these are people who I don’t see as often as I should. Between our work and family lives, time seems to be something that’s thin on the ground. I often forget to reply to messages or end up cancelling plans last minute due to one crisis or another.
When we do finally get to meet up, none of that seems to matter. We discuss our most intimate thoughts, questions and concerns, they’re the first people I want to share exciting news with and visa versa. The wine nights, the hilarious adventures, the tears, solidarity and comforting words of wisdom. I’m genuinely not sure I’d get by without them.
For the first time in my adult life, I feel that I’m finally on the right path. I spent a long time just plodding along, not really knowing what I wanted from my career and settling for less than average roles. As a social media manager/content writer/marketer/blogging extraordinaire*, I now have a job that I love, get paid to write all day, be creative and use my own initiative, alongside equally creative people.
Of course, not many people enjoy waking up at the crack of dawn, commuting and all of the other less fun parts of being in full-time employment. Being a true night owl, early starts will forever be my personal nemesis but unless I win the lottery, I’m not really sure how to get around that one! However, I’m able to put food on the metaphorical table and teach my girls about work ethic whilst learning new things every day.
*Not my ‘official’ title, obvs…
When I was in gruelling labour with my aforementioned daughters, things did not go to plan. In fact, it quickly became rather serious with both girls, resulting in emergency c-sections. At one point, it was a life or death scenario for Megan and I but thanks to the fast actions of my consultant, we made it to the other side with minimal trauma. Lu was facing the same fate but again, thanks to an incredibly skilled team of midwives, we’re both here to tell the tale.
I’ve also had to rely upon the NHS several times since, from minor injuries such as broken bones to more serious issues such as organ donation, ICU and ultimately, bereavement. Each and every time, I have seen nothing but professionalism, respect and the utmost compassion.
So there you go, that’s my (longer than intended) list of the things that I’m thankful for – kudos for hanging around and reading my ramblings. What about you? Let me know what you’re thankful for in the comments below.