Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Giving thanks

My third grade twins were asked in school last week to write down three things they were thankful for. Both wrote that they were thankful for family, friends, the earth. Under each category they were asked to elaborate a bit. Under family, my little girl wrote that she was thankful for Mom, Dad, brothers and sisters.

My little boy, however, had a different take on the assignment. He wrote that he was thankful that his family was supportive, funny, and "willing." Willing. How cute. Willing to do what? He didn't really say.

Upon reflection, I know that I too am thankful for the people in my world who are willing. Willing to let me be myself. Willing to forgive my indiscretions. Willing to hike with me on a snowy morning. Willing to be spontaneous and funny and interesting. Willing to offer words of encouragement or words of advice. Willing to confront me when necessary. Willing to love me, come what may.

I want to learn a lesson from my son, accidentally wise beyond his years, and be more willing.


John said...

"I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari/Hatchupita, Tonopah/Driven every kind of rig
that's ever been made/Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed/So give me
weed, whites, and wine/And show me the road/And I'm still willing... (Little Feat, Willing).

And I'm still willing-to see Marie Walden anytime, anyplace, anyhow.

Sort of like waiting for Godot, I guess.

C'mon, Marie-must I wait till rough winds shake the darling buds of May?

And screw all those earnest lib'ruls-send them all an Ann Coulter Designer


Anonymous said...

OK I'm second in line.