Technically Thanksgiving is over, but it’s certainly not far from our minds.
Leftovers are taking space in our fridge. We have run out of Tuperware, and our dishwasher is overloaded. Our tummies are *almost* as full as our hearts.
… Then reality hits and your little one spikes a high fever in the middle of the night, sending your mind to that dark and dreary parental place.
We hosted our first Thanksgiving yesterday, and it turned out really well, better than I could have imagined. We had help in the kitchen, help with kid control, smiling faces, and good company. Our meal, prepared by my husband, was spectacular. According to my folks, we have been deemed to host Thanksgiving every year, from here on out, and never change the menu.
We are blessed, and yesterday was THE DAY to reflect on all of that.
Today, however, I find myself doing the same thing. I’m thinking about how grateful we are to have what we have and be with those we love.
Jackson spiked a fever in the middle of the night last night. Amongst the middle-of-the-night mindset I had that does not allow me to think clearly, I found myself having absolutely no idea what day of the week it was. I thought we were smack in to the weekend and would have to wait a solid 36 + hours until getting Jackson in to see his pediatrician. I panicked. I struggled to fall back asleep. Even after giving my little one some Tylenol in the hopes of his fever breaking, I found myself checking on him more so than usual.
I’m a parent. I worry.
It wasn’t a big deal. He has been battling a nasty cough and cold on and off for a couple of weeks.
Logic told me that Jackson would be fine (and he is), but I worried in the midst of it last night. We have very close friends who have a little one battling cancer right now, and my middle-of-the-night mind took me to them, sending them love and strength, but also knowing the long road to recovery that lies ahead of them.
Today, a doctor’s visit, a bubble gum flavored antibiotic, and a few hours later, I find myself thankful for the everyday blessings… like antibiotics and a pediatrician that is walking distance from our home… for family and friends being flexible when you have a sick little one… and for a refrigerator stuffed with leftover goodies because we all know nothing makes you feel better than warmed up garlic mashed potatoes.
How did your Thanksgiving turn out? What are you thankful for, this day after thanksgiving?