WARNING: GRAPHIC AND SHOCKING IMAGES INCLUDED IN THIS BLOGPOST!!!!!!
so this morning–the day after thanksgiving, the day when i should be out wilding in the shopping mall–i sat down as i always do and wrote down ten things i am grateful for. at the top of the list was that yesterday my son eastman and his girlfriend drove me downtown so that we might have thanksgiving dinner with my ex-husband and my older son.
under our divorce agreement, my ex-husband and i share thanksgiving, christmas, mother’s day and father’s day. some people think we’re weird. i think we’re just playing nice. besides, who wants to be a kid in the middle of a tug of war between two parents who each have a large, hot poultry as a potential weapon?
i concluded a three month period of not having an official residence (some might say being homeless) with moving into an apartment in kenilworth, illinois. it’s over an abandoned warehouse and is very flashdance.
because i’m living alone for the first time in so many years, i have a very girly, all white, pristine, long on white lace and throw pillows bedroom. this is what i have now (avert your eyes if necessary):
i used to be the sort of mom who could fly into a rage over this stuff. and now i say thank you because it isn’t all that long before i have to take him back to school. so i have chosen to enjoy this visit instead of “pick up those towels and get your clothes off the floor, damn it!” i mean, after all, i’m going to be the one cleaning this stuff up no matter what i say so why stress? and i’m having a better relationship with my son and his girlfriend because of that. it’s been a wonderful thanksgiving weekend!
and i think this joy is the unintended consequence of thank you.