I have just read today's post on Angela’s blog where she describe how The Tribe, this English family now living in New Zealand, have a tradition of celebrating this day by giving thanks for the parents of the children they have adopted and the parents of the children they foster. How incredibly nice and appropriate is that?
It got me thinking. And the conclusion of my mental meanderings is that, yes, I am thankful.
I am thankful for the little man who came into my life eight and half months ago, and opened so many doors for me. Doors inside the big house that is the society I live in, doors to the (until then) undiscovered wings of Special Needs. I keep pushing these doors open, I keep stepping in. What a discovery, and it’s only the start of it.
I am thankful to this little man who also put his hand on the handles of doors deep inside me, revealing hidden corners, recesses, secret passages. There again a new inner journey has been started. And some of those places are quite interesting!
And all because of one extra tiny little chromosome.
But I cannot let this day pass without acknowledging the people who make this blog so worth writing. I am thankful for all of you who keep coming back to it. And especially to those I tickle enough to prompt a comment.
About two weeks ago, Google Analytics showed me that my little blog had got over 1000 visits – it actually happened earlier than this but, due a little "techie" mix-up at the beginning, I have no data for the first two weeks of my virtual existence, so I don’t count them.
So to all of you who keep coming back, I say THANK YOU.
All of you in such places as - in no particular order… actually, let’s put them in alphabetical order, no jealousy that way!
Canada (who are you???)
Luxembourg (and you, who are you???)
The UK (and you???)
The USA - especially California
Now, you can all sit down around my virtual table, and dig into my lovely virtually roast turkey dinner! Bon appétit!