Note to Parents.

Today is Thanksgiving day. We often think back to the first giving when the natives kept the intruders alive (to later be slaughtered by them.) And, despite the tragic way that tale ultimately ends, we still are thankful for their kindness.
I paused to think about my own first Thanksgiving day.  I would have been barely more than a month old, unable to enjoy the feast that accompanies it, or remember the festivities. But I know I ate then, I know you would have been holding me, and showing me any decorations you had. I know you were thankful for me.
I think about all the Thanksgivings since, and all the years of time between them, and how you cared for me over all the years.
You weren't perfect... and I am thankful for that, too. The imperfections of the years taught me many things I could learn no other way.
You taught me that all things worth having should be earned, and how much more those things mean when they aren't given without a price.
My lessons around your table have come to an end. The lessons you taught me are innumerable, and immensely useful to life. Lessons on how to clean, and how to work hard are both serving me well.

On this Thanksgiving day, I am thankful for the time and money you invested in me. And for all the love, and hugs over the years.

Forever your child,
Rachel