When my son, B, was three years old (he is now fourteen), we began a nightly ritual of lighting a chalice at bedtime, turning out the light, and each naming something for which we were thankful. The chalice is the central symbol for our Unitarian Universalist faith. There are many interpretations, but the one I like the best is that it is a combination of a cup to house a healing drink, and a flame symbolizing light and sacrifice. A chalice is lit at the beginning of church services, but is also lit whenever people gather in community. B and I are our own, small, community when we turn out the light and gaze at the chalice. Some of the things we find to be thankful for are funny, some are serious, and some are both. All of them remind us that there is much in this world that should bring us joy every day. Especially each other. I began this blog when he was nine, to record and share the things we find to raise up in gratitude.
For the first 5 years, Mythankfulboy did not know about this blog, but last summer he discovered it. Luckily, he was thrilled. I’ve tried not to change the things or the way I write, but I supposed time will be the judge of that. Welcome to this chronicle of our lives and of our evening thankfulness ritual.