I never had an interest in Thanksgiving. I’m not a big fan of turkey and don’t really pay a lot of attention to the historical significance of this particular holiday. But yesterday, I received an email from my friend Sandy. She wrote “Have a great thankgiving weekend. It’s been a year to give thanks for in many ways!:)”
So I thought I’d take a minute to reflect on all that I am thankful for this year, and think about what might possibly come my way. So, I am thankful for (in no particular order):
- the Trinitarian God, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, who are equal but different, and are an integral part of our lives in every aspect. Without God, I would be nothing. He is so great, gracious and merciful. He has so much to teach me.
- my beautiful baby girl,Naomi, who came into this world over four months ago and has been an incredible eye-opening experience. I love her (and Papa Sheppard) more than anything in this world.
- My wonderful husband, Michael, who has proven himself to be different and better than any other man I know countless times over. I cannot imagine being with anyone else.
- my mother and step-dad, the new grandparents, and their ability to laugh off my naivety and foolishness throughout my pregnancy and the beginnings of my journey through motherhood
- the wonderful birth experience I had — painful, but wonderful
- my work partner, who has since moved away, but who made my experience working while I was pregnant so much easier and was so supportive
- Sandy and her husband, and their beautiful baby girl
- my best friend, D, away in Alberta, and her gorgeous family. D has had three kids of her own, and is always able to answer my questions, or able to direct me in the right path.
- my friend Bri, who is so crafty and capable, and makes the cutest cloth diapers!
- Michael’s parents, who dote over Naomi like she is the only baby alive!
- this wonderful city I live in — clean, open-minded, helpful to its citizens, and conscious of both the environment and the financial state
- our warm home and kitchen full of food
- the Internet, which acts as my brain on many occasions
- those who inspire me every day — Shane Claiborne, Mother Theresa, my grandmother, Frank, and many people I see on the streets who give me ideas, whom I might never meet again.
- my dad, who looks down on us from Heaven
- the many people out there who follow and support our way of life — attachment parenting, conscious consumerism, minimalism, environmentally thoughtful, organic consumption
- my marriage, built on a loving and compassionate rock we call Christ, and maintained with an attitude of respect, honour and love.
- my husband’s ability to provide for us and keep us well fed and our heads above water financially. He has medical issues that make working difficult for him, yet he gets up every morning and does it to the best of his abilities to provide and keep us safe and healthy.
I’m a Christian. I don’t ascribe to any one denomination or another, but that’s for another post. Suffice it to say, I believe in God. And I am completely assured that God has a twisted and delightful sense of humor. Here’s my latest escapade.
Several weeks ago, I signed up to a Mom and Baby group on Facebook within my home town. I am rarely on Facebook, so I never really paid much attention to it, and promptly forgot it completely.
I started receiving emails from someone named E. Now, I don’t know any E’s in real life, so I didn’t pay much attention to her messages, until this past Tuesday. I looked into it and realized all this time that her messages had been invites to this Mom and Baby group I’d joined! Not only that, but they were having their regular get-together that very day.
Well, Naomi and I got all together and went there. When we got there, we met with another mom and baby, a little girl just a week older than Naomi. They invited us to meet with them in a separate part of town for a free baby massage put on by a parent center, which happened every Thursday.
Well, that Thursday (yesterday), Naomi and I were running late. We got ready, hopped into the car and took off. We arrived 15 minutes late for class. And Naomi was ravenous, and demanded we eat right now! So before we went into the class, we nursed in the car for about 10 minutes.
As we were getting out of the car, already nearly half an hour late, a silver SUV pulled up beside us. I was shocked to see my friend Sandy, a woman I’d met two years ago, waving and yelling at me excitedly. “Don’t go anywhere,” she yelled, “I have to talk to you!” I was shocked to see her there, much less her husband. She works, as does he, and neither of them live or work even close to this part of town we were in. Why were they here?
Sandy leaped out of her SUV and rushed over excitedly. Now, Sandy is a massage therapist, so I asked her if she was the one putting on the baby massage class. And she said, “No, I’m here to pick up my daughter. We’re adopting a baby. Right now. Today!”
Now, a little background. Sandy and her husband have been trying for what seems like millennia to either have or adopt a baby. They’ve had their hearts broken numerous times and I am sure they were coming to the end of their rope. Last Friday (only 7 days before), they were contacted and told that they had been selected to adopt a little girl. They even got to pick out her name. They hadn’t told anyone about it, so that no one got excited. But they’d finally been picked and were being given a baby.
Sandy and I are both active Catholics, and I was so honored and excited to be there when she received her gorgeous little red-haired angel. She’s 20 days old and an absolute gem.
Now… how weird is that?
I sign up for a Facebook group. Through it I meet another mom and baby, who invite me across town on a particular day to attend a class. And when I get there, with everything against me timing-wise, I get to be part of a very special event for my friend. Had anything changed — Naomi not wanting to nurse, us getting there on time, our new friend not inviting us to the class, me not checking that email or not going to the mom and baby group — we wouldn’t have been there at that exact time to see something so wonderful take place.
See what I mean when I say God has a twisted and delightful sense of humor?