SANDRA DEMPSEY POST

People seem divided by possessions. From savers and keepers to “send it on, I’m done with it” to “it’s here somewhere, not sure where.” Genetics may play a role, but there are concessions regardless. I’m in the first group, trying vigilantly to lessen accumulations. As one who loves writing articles, I have significant amounts of papers to keep as I’ve been doing this since November 1987. Articles are reasonably filed, but there are multitudes, and I’m sentimental which often interferes with progress.
My three children were born in rather quick succession, which I loved, but can be a disadvantage for child No. 3. She almost never was first to accomplish something, and her gentle temperament rarely allowed her to win arguments. But she learned to compete, and sometimes complain about her lot in life, and eventually all three siblings learned to love and enjoy each other. Out of nowhere, or so it seems, I recently came across a random article written for her 11th birthday. She’s 45 now.
Since November is the month of giving thanks, I’d like to honor my adult children, reminding them how grateful their parents are for them. This time we’ll go out of order and start with our third child. This one’s for you, Tara.
From May 11, 1988, with revisions …“One day last week I found an envelope on my dresser. It was decorated with stickers and a rainbow you drew. Inside was a note telling me you were sorry you argued with your sister. I saved the note, putting it with others you’d given me. On difficult days I get them out, reread, and feel better no matter our disagreements. When you were born, you came home to a busy household. Your brother had recently turned three, your sister was not quite two and you seemed to understand the need to create your niche among the chaos. You were the baby with hand-me-downs and experienced parents. We learned the dog’s kisses wouldn’t harm you and you were content playing with a truck, doll, or empty boxes.
“Your brother and sister accused me of making things easy for you and they often complained you get by with everything because you’re the baby. Maybe there’s ‘some’ truth to that since you are our last chance to get it right. But it has nothing to do with loving you more. You could teach us the difficulties of being youngest. I hope life is gentle with you. You’re sensitive and cautious, but very loyal, even with a few touches of grouchiness and slamming drawers. Saying what’s on your mind may not come easy to you, but you express your feelings, and know how to apologize and say, ’I love you.’ Even with few pictures in your baby book, you are forgiving. You learned tolerance, patience, and how to survive competition. You were and continue to be generous and grateful and we love you abundantly.”
The passage of time reminds us to be grateful, letting loved ones know how much we cherish them. Thanksgiving is an appropriate time to express feelings of appreciation and admiration. Let’s not leave family and friends wondering how we feel about them. Let them know while they can enjoy the warmth of our affection. May you be blest with the goodness of Thanksgiving gratitude!