Last year–and again this year–My girlfriend and I started our own Thanksgiving Tree. Before I explain, I want to thank the kids for this more than us. Or perhaps, I should thank her, her kids, and my kids for what it all has taught me.
The idea is simple. You get a very large piece of paper. She calls it butcher paper (check Wikipedia). The paper is big enough to cover the back of a door. Make sure the door is one that is visible during breakfast or any other mutually selected family time.
Lay a six to eight foot high piece of paper on the floor and ask the kids to get their crayons and draw the out line of an autumn tree without any leaves. The trunk, limbs, branches, and twigs. If they want to add a green lawn or a forest floor, encourage them to do so. For creative kids, put the family cat in the tree and the dog barking up after it. If they ask you to help draw; join right in.
Next, cut out a bunch of pieces of paper, 4″ x 6″. Make them in the shape of simple leaves. You can use multi-colored construction paper in any color but black.
Put the leaves in a bucket or basket and leave it by the breakfast table. Add one stick of glue and two magic markers.
At breakfast, pass out a leaf to everyone at the table. Take turns with the markers and write something on the leaf for which you are thankful; Moms, Dads, bananas, time, pillows, sunshine, Transformers, baseball, or anything that comes to mind. Just one item per leaf.
Turn over your leaf and apply glue. Stick your leaf on the tree.
The idea is so incredibly simple and so incredibly powerful. Our six year-old boy had begun to make lists on his leaves. He came to me with a sad face and said he was running out of things to be thankful for.
I said, “Well, the purpose of the tree is to help us think about the small things in life that escape our attention everyday. If I want to butter my toast, I’m going to be thankful for butter, the butter dish, the knife, the toaster, electricity, the cow, the hay that fed the cow and a whole lot more.
“Our lists of things for which to be thankful never have to end. We just have to figure out where they start. And–usually–they start right now; right here.”
Well, as six year olds go, I was thankful he sat through that lecture. I was thankful that he may have almost understood the profound message that I just managed to utter. Then, I was thankful that this kid was far smarter than I am and he might have understood my simple message far more deeply and profoundly than I will ever realize.
Thank the Pilgrims for Thanksgiving. Or, whoever had the bright idea to legislate a Holiday whose concept is thankfulness. Nobody gets a gift. We’re all just thankful to have each other.
Finally, I want to give thanks for my kids, even though I haven’t seen them in 2.5 years. And, thanks for hope that I may see them again, soon.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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