I’m hoping to get back in a rhythm here at the ID, posting on a weekly basis. Let’s begin 2015 reflecting on gratitude and the wisdom gleaned from toddlers.
M is in a stage where she says thank you for things she’s received from others. For example:
When putting on shoes from a cousin: “Thank you, Nina.”
When playing with a toy from a friend: “Thank you, Bella.”
When putting on clothes from a grandmother: “Thank you, G,” or “Thank you, Grammy.”
(This is helpful because it reminds us to write thank you notes to people.)
She reminds me often to be grateful. And to be specifically grateful.
Gratitude is never truly practiced in generalities.
Gratitude must be specific.
There are too many people to thank, at least in this space, for all the help we’ve received over the past two months as we’ve transitioned from one coast to another.
Boston friends and family.
Salinas friends and family.
Oakland friends and family.
A million thank yous. Specific thank yous. Thank yous for food and visits. For carrying heavy boxes and packing and unpacking trucks. Thank yous for hospitality. And for spending time with our kids. For filling our pantry and refrigerator. And for big checks. And for so much more.