Being a parent can often feel like a thankless task—after all, I sometimes have to coax my little ones just to hear a “thank you” after serving them dinner or tidying up their messes. Yet, in the midst of life’s chaos, especially on a day dedicated to gratitude, I find myself profoundly thankful for the role of being a mother. I wouldn’t trade the sweet, messy moments for anything.
In celebration of Thanksgiving, here are 20 instances that remind me why I cherish being a parent:
- Every day offers a chance for wonder. Fog transforms into dragon’s breath, a thicket of plums becomes a battleground against ogres, and sticks morph into swords.
- Sunday morning cuddles are the best. We often engage in the “Who Can Stay Quiet the Longest?” game, which usually lasts a mere five minutes before chaos ensues, but those five minutes are pure bliss.
- I get to revisit the classic films that shaped my childhood. Right now, we’re enjoying movies like The Princess Bride, Gremlins, and The Goonies together. It’s so nostalgic!
- I have the honor of instilling values in my children. The world truly needs more kind-hearted individuals.
- We declare Donut Sunday as “for the kids,” even though I secretly enjoy it just as much.
- Christmas morning with kids is a whirlwind of excitement. While the aftermath can be overwhelming, the joy during those moments is nothing short of magical.
- Priority seating on airplanes is a lifesaver—trust me, we need it!
- I quickly bond with other parents who, like me, spend countless hours watching our kids play soccer (albeit not very well).
- I’m a witness to their milestones—first steps, lost teeth, bike rides, first days of school, and even their first embarrassing moments.
- Bodily humor has made a comeback. While I maintain decorum around guests, at home, we relish in laughing at silly sounds.
- I’ve come to appreciate my own parents more, realizing how much they loved me. I often feel a twinge of guilt for my teenage rebellion.
- I get to see the moment when my kids discover their sense of humor—like when my 4-year-old exclaimed “Heck yeah!” in delight over dessert, leaving us all in stitches.
- Halloween candy is a treasure trove, and my kids still haven’t discovered the joy of peanut butter cups.
- I get to indulge in activities that are pure childhood magic—like riding carousels, visiting science museums, and spending exhilarating days at amusement parks.
- For a fleeting moment, I hold rock-star status in my children’s eyes; they think I invented everything good in the universe.
- The two magical words: Tax Time.
- We always order double egg rolls, knowing the kids won’t touch them, but hey, more for us!
- I experience the world anew through their eyes—cows are fascinating, leaves changing color are mesmerizing, and even a found rock is seen as a good luck charm.
- I have a partner for playful wrestling matches, where laughter is bound to lead to someone in the family getting too giggly for their own good.
- I can share my passions, whether it’s a love for football or a delight in quirky hobbies, and until they hit those teenage years, they think it’s all cool.
So, on this Thanksgiving, I am most grateful for the journey of parenthood. It’s a rewarding experience, and now I’m off to hug my kids and bribe them into napping so I can enjoy a moment of peace.
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Summary: This article highlights the many reasons a parent can be thankful, from the whimsical moments and enduring lessons to the fresh perspectives and shared laughter that come with raising children.