That is how one of the Kindergarten students spelled the word on their construction paper turkey posted on a bulletin board this week. Grateful is a word that is tossed around quite a bit during award ceremonies and Thanksgiving week. It simply means to be thankful. Our K students were thankful for things like their mom and dad, candy, their teacher, baby sisters, toys and “gwd” (which translated in Kindergartenese means God, I think). Sweet sentiments.
I love this time of year in the hallways of our school, the Pilgrim and indian Native American feast, decked out with paper bag vests and construction paper Pilgrim bonnets, and replete with excited parents with large cameras snapping away these memories. The week is finished up with Slip into reading day, where we all (including teachers) get to wear our pjs to school, read all day and snack on donut holes while sipping hot cocoa. Of course we jack the kids up with sugar just before we pack them off for a 12 hour ride to Grandmas-sorry moms and dads. There is a buzz beyond the sugar high that hints at the upcoming holidays and I can’t help but smile as I get caught up in it.
My family is coming in a little later and we are actually celebrating on Saturday. It doesn’t really matter to me that we are switching up the calendar a bit as it allows us all to be together and my boys will be home from their dad’s to celebrate with their grandparents and cousins too. There will be lots of noise (due to the testosterone levels!), some good wine, too much food and pie, lots of pie. We will eat too much, drink a bit and our faces will hurt from laughing. It is not a Norman Rockwell painting kind of dinner with suit jackets and polite conversation, but a loud and loving celebration of family (which I much prefer). It makes me a little teary to think about how much I am looking forward to that time and that I am so thankful that the people I love will be sitting around my table with me (we will miss and toast my youngest brother’s family in Florida, but know we will see them in a few weeks). You know, I think that construction paper misspelling really wasn’t that far off. ”Great Full” probably does describe how I will feel on Saturday just as much as grateful does. Maybe that Kindergartener had it right after all…
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