Thankful for Pink: Thanksgiving Through the Eyes of a Child
|Thankful for Pink|
This time last year I was 14 weeks pregnant. I was tired and nauseous. I had a two and a half year old and she was pressing every button ever known to man (and some unknown buttons). I had no idea how to sit back and really enjoy the little girl that I had given birth to.
And then the 14 week pregnancy turned to 18 weeks and that baby was no more.
Time for me stopped.
In the months that have followed I have watched my now 3 1/2 year old daughter grow. She talks now, in complete sentences. She can bring me shampoo or a towel from the other room if I forgot to bring it into the shower with me. And in those really urgent moments, she can bring me toilet paper. She know's her ABC's and is learning to write the alphabet. She says words like "actually" and phrases like "Sorry mom, it was an accident."
Which brings me to last night, Thanksgiving Eve. Because it was my "Friday" (my husband was off today and tomorrow) I knew I could stay up super late without any worry of having to get up the next day. By the time 12:00 rolled around, I heard the pitter patter of little feet in the hallway. A few short weeks ago, I moaned and complained that our daughter had taken to sleeping in our bed every night, but lately it has made me feel more comforted and less lonely. (Which has helped me to understand her need.)
So, I smiled at her and she grinned, while hopping up into bed next to me. She doesn't always voluntarily snuggle with me, but last night she cuddled up and put her head on my shoulder. Dada wasn't in bed yet, so we giggled and said extremely silly things until he joined us.
The world is so simple to children. They love what makes them happy and they are happy when they see something they love. Alexandria's favorite thing right now is pink, so she is thankful for that. Next week it may be purple or blue, but there will be something that always makes her that happy.
Children can only see the moments right in front of them. They only see to their right, to their left and straight ahead. They don't worry, because what is there to worry about? They may throw a tantrum, but 30 seconds later start giggling about a silly joke you tell them. They cherish each moment, so much so they want you to read a story 10 times before they have had their fill. They are delighted by the simple. Thankful for the awe and wonder.
So, tonight I am thankful. Deep in my soul I am thankful. I am thankful for the memory of cuddling with my daughter and the light and joy she gave me, when I might have been prone to worry or wallow silently in grief. I can only hope that her energy and excitement, might help me to step back and be thankful for the seemingly mundane and the seemingly simple. Be thankful for those moments that only last but a second. Those moments, if you look close enough, that could change your life forever. Be thankful for pink.
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