This year on Thanksgiving, to quote my Little, we took a do-over. Because chronic pain knows no dates, no holidays, no plans, not even the hopes and joys and dreams of little ones. Grandpa still arrived and swept my Littles and my love off to the theater to see the Peanuts movie. A lovely treat, complete with lazy-boy recliners and plenty of pretzel nuggets. A good time had by all.
I stayed home to a mixture of brecching, gripping the porcelain pot, mixtures of meds, and an uncomfortable ‘sleep.’ It happens. It’s out of my control and it is what it is. It’s a shonda when it affects my children, my family, but we will survive. When it comes, I cannot muster any of my mommy SuperPowers. Chronic pain trumps Super Mommy every time.
I wake the next day, somewhat better and in need electrolytes. Stiff, dehydrated, sad, and rallying. After all, this glass stays half-full. I know that today we can do it all over again today. Little said so, and Big agreed. I should probably wait another day, but I don’t.
That’s family. The kinder, the mishpucha. Love. That’s what I have been and why I am forever thankful, despite my lot.
Love, gratefulness, and thanks, isn’t that what this Holiday is all about anyway?
Wishing you all a happy thanksgiving, whatever day you celebrated.