Count your Blessings
Happy Thanksgiving, Liberia! No work today and most businesses are closed. When asked how they celebrate Thanksgiving, the Liberians just laugh and say they will “rest small and eat small rice.” Not sure how that is different from any other day, but nevertheless, Tim and I thought we should celebrate with some homemade sushi…
and reflect on life’s many blessings…like electricity or clean, running water, things I never bothered being thankful for before.
Today I’m feeling especially thankful for my dad and mom…probably because I miss them so much. But more than that, I am more aware than ever of the uniquely fortunate circumstances surrounding my upbringing, particularly as I observe the stark poverty around me. I did not grow up in a wealthy home. When I was in the 9th grade, my dad was supporting us barely earning minimum wage at a tractor repair shop in rural Minnesota. I don’t know how my parents did it. We may not have even been considered middle class. All I know is that I was never hungry and never cold. In fact, I can’t think of much of anything that my brother and I went without.
Well, I guess I do recall a rather exaggerated dispute with Mom over some name brand shoes I wanted for volleyball that all the other girls had. She refused to buy them for me. There was also a certain, totally awesome (and ridiculously expensive) Tommy Hilfiger jacket that I was in love with that may have caused a scene at the West Acres Mall in Fargo. Today I am glad for a mom who did not indulge every impulsive whim of her, rather difficult teenager.
Thank you, Dad and Mom for serving Jerome and me so well! You’re amazing!!!
We are excited to spend American Thanksgiving with some friends in Vienna Austria in just a couple weeks! Europe does the holiday season so very well!