I just got back from a wonderful Thanksgiving week in
My husband, son and I flew down to Prescott, Arizona Arizona so
we could have Thanksgiving with my daughter who only had Thursday and Friday
off and wouldn’t have been able to fly to Alaska. I love cooking for my family, and it was great celebrating the holiday
with the four of us together, but a little bittersweet to realize it might not
go on much longer.
My son is just finishing his student teaching and (cross your fingers) will be teaching next fall and won’t have the whole week off. Odds are that with one kid in
Arizona and the other
in Alaska and
no extra days off, somebody will miss Thanksgiving with the family next year. As
they grow in their careers and start their own families, time to spend with us
will become harder to find. This independence was always our ultimate goal, but
it can sometimes leave a mother can feeling a little superfluous.
I have the cure for that. We flew back to
Alaska last night, and this morning I went
to pick up the dog from the kennel. Roxy left me no doubt that I was missed and
loved, and that she will always need me. Fifty pounds of wiggling, joyful dog
makes it impossible not to smile. So, I’ll take a cue from Roxy and live for today, with thanks.