*RE-Defined: Thanksgiving

Saying, “thank you” after someone handed me a gift used to be my ultimate expression of gratitude. That’s how I was raised. Once I had a family of my own, my husband and I encouraged similar behavior for our own daughters. Make sure you say thank you we’d sing in unison. I thought it was a common cultural practice. As a result, I began to reprimand others for not making their children thank me for birthday or holiday presents. Things had gotten out of hand. Don’t get me wrong. There is significance in thanking a person when he or she hands you something. In fact, I still believe it’s a gracious response. But somehow my concept of gratitude was limited to just this act.

I needed a gratitude overhaul.

After careful soul searching, I figured out the problem. I was seeking gratitude when I should have been living in a spirit of gratitude. But how? How does one achieve this? I decided that one way was to send fewer material items and provide more authentic expressions of appreciation to people who had impacted my life. I decided to be gratitude.

The process was simple.

I chose a month and then told one person each day how grateful I was for him or her being in my life. Loved ones felt compelled to return the favor. As a result, it became a sort of gratitude exchange. My intention was to make them feel valued. But they also wanted me to feel equally loved. This even and immediate trade happened with all of the people that I contacted, except my goddaughter, Kotrish.

When I told Kotrish that I was grateful for her presence, this young lady’s response was, “Thanks. That was unexpected.” My old self wanted to judge the reply. But I remembered the purpose was to appreciate others, no matter the reaction. I accepted it and continued on.

So, the month of gratitude ended. Christmas had come and gone. A new year had begun.

The memory is still clear. I had just returned home from work. Waiting on the dining room table was a salmon-colored envelope addressed to me. Inside was a matching salmon-colored thank you card. Kotrish had handwritten a note filled with ten separate thank-you statements. I cried. It meant so much to me that I carried it in my inside purse pocket for weeks. The blurred blue ink shows how much I’ve held it. Its tattered edges reveal how much I have opened it. I thought this would be the only card.

But I was wrong.

Her testimonials continued. For the next year, she sent four more handwritten thank-you cards every other month. Each one is different. Each one is heartfelt. Each one is better than any other gift I could ever receive from her.

I know it is customary to exchange store-bought presents during this time of year. But perhaps you can gift your loved ones with an additional item. Maybe this holiday season, you can offer an expression of gratitude. Jewelry will fade and clothes will soon be outdated. Telling others how much you value them? Well, that could last an entire lifetime.

*This was originally published in Natural Awakenings November 2015.

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44 thoughts on “*RE-Defined: Thanksgiving

  1. Yes! A girlfriend and I agreed to only buy gifts for a max amount of money, because in our circle of friends, we felt the money spend on gifts was getting ridiculous. It also made us be more creative and give hand-made gifts. Like home-made marmalade, or self-grown little tomato-plants.
    All in the spirit ‘it is the thought that counts…’
    Still up to today, I often write little notes for my hubby, or send him an short text-message during the day, out of the blue.
    Ok, obviously, I love your post!
    XxX

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  2. I love this story. Expressions of gratitude are treasured. Planting the seeds, as you did with your god daughter, is never a wasted effort. After our vet made a housecall to euthanize our 16-year-old dog, I sent him a card thanking him for the tender care he’d provided her since puppyhood, giving examples of times he had gone above and beyond the call of duty. Months later, he told me he kept he card in his desk drawer so he could re-read it on difficult days, to remind himself of why he’d become a vet. πŸ™‚

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  3. I used to (ok, let’s be honest- i still do sometimes) get annoyed when I step aside for someone or hold a door open or do some other polite gesture and not get a thank you. My annoyance was at what I perceived to be a sense of entitlement in the other person. I realise in most cases the person would walk away not giving it a thought while I’d be all riled up. Kindness shouldn’t expect anything in return. That is so lovely that your god daughter sent those messages. You taught her, but allowed her to learn at her own pace 😊

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    1. I’m a work in progress too Mek πŸ˜‰ I still get slightly annoyed too because it’s like really? I didn’t HAVE to do blah blah blah. Well yes about the goddaughter but also she also ended up teaching me too.

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