Thirty Days of Thanks

 

For years I have posted daily in November my "Thirty Days of Thanks."  This Fall, particularly, October and November, have been a LOT. Sitting down to write daily here on Romanskiville seemed more like a chore than enjoyable. 

I was going to forget about it this year. 

We stay home on Thanksgiving and have a low key, quiet day. This is by design because after Thanksgiving, Paul's hours get ridiculous and it won't be uncommon for him to roll in between 9-10pm. 

We were sitting at the table finishing our linner (lunch and dinner), when Kristen plucked the turkey headband she'd made in Sunday school off the gratitude jar in the middle of the table and said "Put this on and say what you are grateful for." I was here. for. THAT. First she went, then Brooke and Paul. 

"Come on, Mom. It's your turn"  I happily donned the turkey headband and listed a few things. 

As I was cleaning up the table and the kitchen, I kept thinking about the things that I was grateful for .. so, while it wasn't a daily installment, here is the 2021 Thirty Days of Thanks!

#1 - I am thankful that my kids are in school, 5 days a week. 

#2 - I am thankful that Paul's new UPS truck has heat vents that blow on his feet.

#3 - I am thankful for my Noxgear lighted vest for early morning or late night walks/runs. 

#4 - I am thankful to have a baby in the family again and that I am his Aunt.

#5 - I am thankful for my Yeti tumbler and the insane amount of time that it keeps things hot or cold.

#6 - I am thankful for flavored almond milk creamers.

#7 - I am thankful that my friend was not more seriously hurt in a summer cycling accident. 

#8 - I am thankful for the team of physical therapists who helped me "fix my feet." 

# 9 - I am thankful that my parents spent the week in Aruba with us and love our favorite place as much as we do.

#10 - I am thankful for my Apple Watch. 

#11 - I am thankful that our favorite spot for pizza and family dinners out survived being only available for takeout. 

#12 - I am thankful that we, all 4 of us,  survived Covid in February.

#13 - I am thankful that we were all able to be vaccinated. 

#14 - I am thankful for the customers on Paul's route who leave him snacks, drinks, and treat him with kindness.

#15 - I am thankful for my neighbor who so willingly chauffeured Brooke to track practice on her remote days.

#16 - I am thankful for the hibachi chicken fried rice at Mazhu. 

#17 - I am thankful for the neighbors who share carpool to NFA with us. 

#18 - I am thankful that my Mom recovered completely from Covid and that my Dad did not get it. 

#19 - I am thankful that my nephew goes to a high school where they make and sell beautiful seasonal flower arrangements.

#20 - I am thankful for the weeknights that Paul gets home early and we have dinner together. 

#21 - I am thankful for the 4 years I served my community AND that my service is over in 7 days. 

#22 - I am thankful for my Thirty-one business and my loyal customers.

#23 - I am thankful for my Audible subscription and being able to listen to books. 

#24 - I am thankful for my iPhone, it is old and tired, but it keeps showing up for me.

#25 - I am thankful for my friend who even after moving hours away, continues to send the girls their chocolate advent calendars every year. 

#26 - I am thankful for Sunday night bowling with the funniest teammates "that's what she said"

#27 - I am thankful for my friends, 2 particularly, that are always gifting us with food. Kathy and Casey can cook!

#28 - I am thankful for the coaches - business, personal development and speaking, that I have had the privilege to work with this last year. 

#29 - I am thankful for my zero turn lawnmower and the peace it brings when I am mowing. 

#30 - I am thankful for the constant support and belief Paul has for every crazy idea I have. 

Do You Want to Build a Snowman?

 Earlier today, my sister tagged me in post on FB with this invitation. "maybe the girls would like to do this?"

It was almost 4pm when it caught my attention and for a few more days, that is "quitting time." Kristen was sitting at the dining room table, so I called her over and asked her to take a look. 

"Interested?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll do it. Let me go ask Brooke" a minute later she returns and announces "She says if I find her gloves, she'll go." 

We spend a few minutes finding boots, snow pants, hats and gloves. I think to grab a couple of carrots from the bag in the fridge and pluck some plastic berries from my winter arrangement box still sitting on my front porch. We load up into the Pathfinder and make our way there. When we arrive - there are NO other snowmen makers.

"Where do we go?" Brooke says looking concerned. 

"I don't know, I'll just call them and ask" 

I call, a lovely woman answers and she is not prepared for snowman creators. She puts me on hold, goes to speak to the director and comes back. 

"Do you have kids with you?" now she seems concerned. 

"Yes, I do!" 

"Oh that's great" She seems genuinely excited and directs me to the area where the windows are for the main dining room. 

We gather our few materials and off we go. Within a couple of minutes as we are just starting to build the base snowball, they clear a spot in front of the window and roll up woman in a wheelchair. I wave, she waves back and smiles the biggest smile - even under a mask - I knew that she was grinning from ear to ear. 

The director delivers the hot cocoa and cookies that were promised. He thanks us for coming. I tell him that my mother in law was their most dedicated volunteer, EVER. I say that she had been a patient as well. I say we live close and saw the post and it was the perfect excuse to get out and get some fresh air. He asks if he can take a picture when we are done. By now another patient has come to the dining room with her walker and another who has a room near where we are moves to get a better view. We place the berries on top of our snowman's head, collect rocks for the buttons and eyes and place the carrot for the nose. Brooke finds a branch to make the arms. 

When he returns to take the picture he says that he is happy we brought a carrot, the residents were about to send him hunting for one! We chatted for another minute, we took a couple of pictures and then I heard a knock on the window and turned to see the second woman that had joined in to watch applauding our finished product. We grinned from ear to ear, and waved back excitedly. 

We thanked him again for the hot chocolate and cookies and said goodbye. We climbed in the car and started home. I think we were all surprised that we were as happy to make the snowman as the residents were to watch. Brooke looked at the clock and said "we weren't even gone a half an hour"

"I know, that took no time at all and they were SO HAPPY. They have been so isolated, for so long I think it must have been nice to see visitors - even outside.  I had fun doing it, more than I was expecting to!" 

From the backseat, Kristen chimes in "I love old people, they're so cute. We should do this every time it snows the good snowman kinda snow, mom" 

The rest of the night we reminisced about visiting Moses the 2 times she was a patient. The time they remembered a few years ago and they time they didn't when she was recovering from a major surgery. I think Brooke was around 3 and Kristen was in a stroller, I'm not even sure if she was a year old. I would pick them up from daycare and then we'd go visit. We were superstars - the staff loved us, the patients in their chairs in the hall would all perk up when they saw Brooke bopping down the hallway, pigtails swinging, waving "hi" to whoever caught her attention. 

She would have been so proud of them today. I was so proud of them today.

We live in a strange, new world these days. It feels constrictive and isolating and so many things we took for granted aren't options right now.  

You can allow yourself to be swallowed up by it all or choose to find new creative ways to share love, kindness and joy. 

Today, we chose love. I hope when you are faced with a choice, you'll choose love too! 

For the Girls

Earlier today, I watched the inauguration. I've watched so many of them, even when my pick doesn't win. I was working today - typing away on one laptop and streaming the coverage on the other. 

I stopped for a few moments when Kamala Harris took the oath of office. I watched and listened closely, soaking it in. Her smile made me smile, she was beaming. I mean, why wouldn't she be? The first female vice president.

I've talked about this here and there with our girls. Hoping to get them to understand the significance of this to them. 

When Biden announced his pick,  I started to consider the possibility of a female VP and the impact that could have. I grew up in a house where we were encouraged to dream - about college, a career, a future. I was the proverbial "daddy's girl", there are a ton of pictures of me wearing his tool belt and hard hat. He taught me how to use tools, how to wax my car, and the importance of checking your oil. He taught me how to drive, a standard to boot! He also taught me to back up the ambulance using only the side mirrors - BLESS HIM!

My parents made me believe - with their words and by their example - that with hard work I could be anything, anything, I wanted to be.

My grandmother, my Mom's mother, retired as a Branch Manager of a bank in 1978. Women didn't generally have titles like that in the day. I can remember hearing the stories of her closing the bank, going home to prepare dinner, clean up and then returning to the bank later that night to finish writing a mortgage. 

My parents met at the firehouse in the late 1960's. When ambulances were made by Cadillac and all you needed was a basic first aid card. She randomly stopped at a car accident where the female victim had glass in her eyes and was distraught, she comforted her while they waited for help to arrive. The techs on the ambulance asked her if she would ride with them to the hospital since she had connected with their patient. That led to an invitation to join. The ironic part - she wasn't allowed in the building!!! When she arrived for a call, she had to wait outside, until a man arrived to pull the ambulance out of the building. When my dad was laid off, her salary supported our family. When the town's babysitting course instructor stopped teaching, she convinced her friend to take the instructor course with her and they ran the class several times. 

My sister is badass. She is not afraid to speak her mind or call people out when she sees wrong. She has worked in operating rooms, vet offices, and assisted doctors with in office procedures - without breaking a sweat. She has rallied Team Heather on more than one occasion. You should ask her about the traveler's check showdown in a store on a family vacation one year. Honestly, she was spot on and the store policy made no sense.

My girls are lucky to have lots of examples of strong women around them, but I think about all the little girls who don't. I think about all the women who don't have men like Paul and my dad on their side - encouraging, supporting and challenging us to stay the course. 

Today, maybe those girls saw Kamala Harris with her husband by her side, sworn in as the Vice President of the United States. Maybe they felt like that could be them one day. For me, that's worth celebrating.