{"id":2296,"date":"2018-11-19T07:12:25","date_gmt":"2018-11-19T12:12:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=2296"},"modified":"2018-11-19T09:42:16","modified_gmt":"2018-11-19T14:42:16","slug":"expressing-thanks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/expressing-thanks\/","title":{"rendered":"Expressing Thanks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/ThanksPost.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2297 size-large\" title=\"Expressing Thanks Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops color and texture onto an old photo of herself and her mother for a post about expressing thanks and appreciation.\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/ThanksPost-772x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops color and texture onto an old photo of herself and her mother for a post about expressing thanks and appreciation.\" width=\"625\" height=\"829\" data-popupalt-original-title=\"null\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/ThanksPost-772x1024.jpg 772w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/ThanksPost-226x300.jpg 226w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/ThanksPost-768x1019.jpg 768w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/ThanksPost-624x828.jpg 624w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/ThanksPost.jpg 857w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 625px) 100vw, 625px\" \/><\/a>In the last seconds of my father\u2019s life I told him, \u201cThank you.\u201d Throughout our time together, I\u2019d always thanked him for gifts and meals in fancy restaurants. And as the plug was pulled on his life support, I wanted the last words he heard to be, \u201cThank you, Dad.\u201d In a desperate final instant I added, \u201cfor making my life\u2014richer,\u201d not able to find the right words to thank him for who he\u2019d been or what he meant to me. Ever since, I\u2019ve been haunted, wondering what on earth he could make of those words, if he even heard them, lying there unconscious and on his way out of this world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">My mother taught her daughters well, to say those two words. Thank you. And in similar fashion, although maybe not with the same consistent results, I taught my own children to acknowledge peoples\u2019 kindnesses. But expressing the deepest, most sincere thankfulness\u2014beyond the simple etiquette of responding to someone\u2019s generosity\u2014is different. That does not come easily for many of us. It\u2019s kind of like exposing yourself, your vulnerability. It often involves trying to tiptoe around some unresolved issues that stand in the way. It sometimes involves fear. Conveying your appreciation might lead to a long awkward silence. It might turn you inside out. Or turn the one you\u2019re thanking inside out. To communicate a genuine acknowledgment of sheer gratitude is to face all the ups and downs in the history of that relationship. And if the relationship is a complicated one, any response you get might send you racing from the room to hide in the nearest closet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Here it is days away from Thanksgiving, the time we typically express our thanks. And not only should I NOT need this holiday to come forth with my gratitude, I should NOT be waiting until the ends of people\u2019s lives to let them know they are appreciated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">So how do I do this? How do I deliver my heartfelt thanks to those who have treated me to-the-sky-and-back caringly, to the ones who might not be around when I finally figure out what I want to say, and find the courage to share it?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">This post was originally going to be a note of gratitude to my mother. But writing about gratefulness, I got distracted and flew off on a tangent. Because my mother lives far away, and cannot hear me over the phone, and is not responding to emails, I wanted to briefly thank her here, as she&#8217;s my greatest fan. She gave me life. She carried me around, seeing to my welfare until I could take care (more or less) of myself.\u00a0 And my mother is the one who not only taught me to say \u2018thank you,\u2019 she taught me to write letters when words were hard to find, or impossible to utter.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Happy Thanksgiving!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the last seconds of my father&rsquo;s life I told him, &ldquo;Thank you.&rdquo; Throughout our time together, I&rsquo;d always thanked him for gifts and meals in fancy restaurants. And as the plug was pulled on his life support, I wanted the last words he heard to be, &ldquo;Thank you, Dad.&rdquo; In a desperate final instant [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1432],"tags":[1735,1732,1122,1733,1331,675,1731,5,1734],"class_list":["post-2296","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1432","tag-expressing-thanks","tag-expressing-thanks-to-someone","tag-from-grief-to-gratitude","tag-giving-thanks","tag-gratefulness","tag-gratitude","tag-saying-thank-you","tag-thanksgiving","tag-thanksgiving-and-gratitude"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2296","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2296"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2296\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2296"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2296"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2296"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}