Every thanksgiving I scroll through my feeds alternately yawning and misting as only a true New Yorker could. You’re so grateful for the friends that got you through this year. You’re wishing for world peace. You’re so thrilled to be with your biological family or grateful to have found your logical ones.
And I’m happy for you but it can start to feel a bit cliche.
This year, for the first time in a while I have something new to be thankful for. Something that is truly, surprising. Instead of becoming grateful for something that I’ve had for a while I’m became, on this day, something new to be grateful for.
I’m a valued, adult, decision-making member of my family.
Duh, right? No.
I’m no longer a kid who doesn’t need to know about the hardships and abuse that are the backdrop behind confusing actions.
I’m now a person who’s opinion is requested and respected. Who can hold court, translate English to English, and mediate large scale arguments.
It sounds small but it feels huge to me.
To have a family that values the ideas of all its members and works together as a team would have been enough to be grateful for. And to be invited to sit at the grown-ups table and help perpetuate that inclusiveness, well it’s an even better present than the great socks I got.