I am thankful to have a thankful family. We all have our lapses, but for the most part I find myself surrounded by people who say the words “Thank you” many times each day. I was concerned about dinner because the new soup recipe I tried out didn’t look too appetizing on the table. But they dug in, they thanked me for dinner, proclaiming it delicious. If anyone didn’t like it, they graciously held their silence.
Our little ones learn to thank us for diaper changes, and we thank them for kisses or for handing us miscellaneous bits of fluff they find. We try to practice gratitude as a way of life in a myriad of little ways, and while we often miss the mark, I think overall they have developed an attitude of gratitude. A gratitude attitude. It even rhymes, as if the words were made to go together.
A bad attitude can sometimes be contagious, but so can a good one. I’m thankful for the good ones – especially for gratitude. Giving thanks recognizes in a certain sense that we don’t deserve anything good. It’s all a gift, and that should point our hearts and minds toward the greatest gift ever given.