My Paw-Paw died in October of 1996, leaving Grandma to do life on her own after that. We knew that year’s Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same without Paw-Paw there, and Grandma Hill would be especially sad. As a result, we decided to gather at their house with my parents, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins. But out of this sadness, bore our family’s Thanksgiving tradition that we continue to do today; The Blessing Box.
I can’t help but tear up as I write this, because to me, there is no greater role than the one I have as being a mother. It’s without a doubt, the ultimate badge of pride and the highest-ranked position I can ever assume. That’s why it may not be “so” surprising that one of my biggest ambitions is to be a cheerleader for my daughter.
Just imagine you are telling someone about a *HUGE* new life decision. Excitement radiates from your face, you deliver the news full of joy, and then you wait for the obvious encouraging response. But instead of excitement, something else happens. You notice your audience slightly cringe, become wide-eyed and then… realize their error before quickly trying to cover it up. This is what it’s like telling “most” people, you are deciding to homeschool.