Ferry Beach! There is no place on earth we would rather be. This fabulous Unitarian Universalist camp is the center of mythankfulboy’s and my spiritual year. My friend KSH and I decided today that it is our eighth year attending. B is 12 now, and between his advanced age (junior youth group!), his familiarity with the setting, his older friends, and the setting being pretty darn safe, he gets a lot of freedom. This makes the chalice lighting that much more important, because, when we don’t spend time together, we can start to get off track with one another. Our thankfulness ritual centers us and keeps us in touch with what the other is thinking. It doesn’t take long, especially when you’re staying in an old wooden dormitory that forbids (understandably) the lighting of candles.
Tonight B couldn’t stop being thankful. He named the following, and I may be leaving some out: JH, CH, and PW (names), the games he’s learning and playing in junior youth group, the beach and learning to skim surf (sorta), our new beach shovels, all four of the fans in our room, our snack box (it is pretty awesome), and his momma. I asked if he had listened to the sermon in chapel this morning, and he said “Yeah, kinda”. That was fine – it was long and included discussion of a lot of research. But it was about gratitude, and he got that. He paraphrased for me that people who practice gratitude are healthier, happier people. Then he said “That explains a lot about you.” I gave him an “Awww-I-might-just-cry-you’re-so-sweet” smile, but he panicked and asked “That was a compliment, right? I meant it to be a compliment!” Yes, darlin, it was a beautiful compliment.
And just as I was about to hit send to post this entry, he called “Mom, I love you!” from the top bunk. I said “I love you, too! You going to sleep?” He answered “No, I just love you.” Thank you, mythankfulboy.