reason to believe: The Gratitude Challenge

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.

Henry David Thoreau

A while back (oh say a year ago!) I was invited by my BFF Eileen to do the "gratitude challenge" on FaceBook. You know, where for seven days you post things that you're grateful for. So yes, a year has gone by and I still haven't done it. Not because I'm not grateful. Good Heavens, quite the opposite. But every time I started to post something, I found myself writing paragraphs about each thing and wanting to include pictures of the many blessings in my life. FaceBook just didn't seem like the right mode to express my gratitude. And so I didn't do it.

After reading the writings of Thoreau with my students and realizing I was complicating everything in my life, I decided to "simplify, simplify, simplify." That, along with a recent series of events, so life changing and powerful, has me revisiting this gratitude challenge with a new perspective. It started with . . .

My mom

I am so lucky to have my 87 year old mom. She is my lifeline, my friend, my traveling buddy, my confidant, and I would be lost without her. Recently, we had a scare that was just way too close for comfort. Mom's heartrate dropped dangerously low, without our knowing it. We finally learned, after taking her to a cardiologist, that her heart was only beating at 30 beats per minute. He said she needed a pacemaker. Now. That day. Within three hours of her initial appointment, she was in surgery, and in the nick of time. Her heart actually stopped beating during the surgery, but because the pacemaker was in place, they were able to get it started again. Within 24 hours, she was home, feeling better than she had in months. I've never said so many Our Fathers or Hail Marys in my life--before, during, and after this scare, and I've never felt the power of prayer so strongly. My own prayers, my family's and my friends'. In addition to the power of prayer, the power of family rallying together with love and support was unbelievable. Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews--love so strong and healing.

My mom--less than 24 hours after heart surgery (left) and 2 months after that

Lucy Mae

The tiniest royal baby in the Thompson family arrived one day after my birthday, and she has us all wrapped around her little, and I mean little, finger. Lucy Mae Rischling was born to my niece Jill and her husband Todd on November 7, six weeks before her official due date of December 16. (You can read all about this miracle HERE.) When I found out that Jill was going to the hospital, I immediately began the Our Fathers and Hail Marys, praying for God and Mary and all the angels in our family to take care of Jill and to protect this baby. Lucy arrived safely and weighed in at a whopping 3 pounds, 8 ounces when she was born. Needless to say, she spent some time in the NICU in order to put on a few pounds and fill those little lungs out. But for being 6 weeks early, she is amazing. Oh, and November 7 happens to be my Grandma Emily's birthday. Did I mention that Jill Emily is named after Grandma? No coincidence there, just another Angel Kiss from above.

Lucy Mae--doing just fine almost one year later!

The BIG 6 - 0

Yeh, I had a big birthday last year. I wasn't really thinking about turning 60, but in retrospect, I spent much of October in a bit of a gloomy fog. As November 6th grew nearer, I started feeling a little depressed. I really just wanted this birthday to come and go quickly with no one noticing that I had turned another year older. However, my family and friends had other plans. While I was in Lincoln for fall break, my family had been working behind the scenes to surprise me with a party. I was attending the Nebraska football game with some family members, and when we returned to my brother's house, I was greeted with balloons, a pink tiara and boa, shouts of happy birthday, and lots of hugs from everyone. My sister made a video montage and a Cheryl trivia game to top the evening off. I was overwhelmed beyond words, and it wasn't until late that night that the emotion caught up with me. I was overwhelmed again on the actual day of my birthday when I received three bouquets of flowers from the absolute best friends a girl could possibly have. And just to keep the party going, we celebrated a final time at Elway's with my Colorado family. Thanks to my beautiful family and friends, my 60th birthday changed from a gloomy dread to a beautiful occasion that made me happy to welcome my seventh decade of life!

The Simplicity?

These huge moments of my life have made me want to shout my gratitude to the world, but they've also caused me to reflect on the big picture. I found, running through each of these events, three recurring themes, and I realized everything in my life results from them. And so, rather than make a long list of gratitudes, my gratitutude list is simple. I am, now and forever, grateful for

GOD, JESUS, MOTHER MARY, AND ALL THE ANGELS AND SAINTS

I don't often wear my Catholicism on my sleeve, but I am proud and grateful to be Catholic through and through. Without my faith, without my religion, and without my rosaries, I would not have made it through the many challenges along my 60-year journey. I would never push my faith on anyone. Ever. I just know that I would be lost without my own religious beliefs and rituals. I cling to them, and I am eternally grateful.

MY FAMILY
This big, amazing, crazy, Czech/Welsh/British, but mostly beautiful Thompson/Jambor clan. How did I get so lucky to be born into this bundle of love?? Without my mom and dad, my sisters and brothers, my nieces and nephews (and the greats!), my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, and my cousins, my life would be empty. I am forever grateful for the love.

MY FRIENDS
I have been blessed throughout my entire life with the most incredible, loving, supportive, FUN friends! From my neighborhood playmates to my college roommates and all the friendships that have grown along the way, I am forever grateful. My life is full of sparkles and sunshine because of my friends.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

Ralph Waldo Emerson