Today I’m grateful for the creation of child gates. I have used them for my nieces and nephews and for my nephew’s cat’s kittens and now I’m using several for that same nephew’s dog’s puppies.
They are truly a wondrous creation and I, for one, am highly grateful to whoever not only created them, but made them affordable. Because we only owned one last week and have to buy at least another this weekend in order to expand the pen as the pups grow larger. (The store was all out of the kits that made indoor pens for puppies and it’s too soon to have them outside. It snowed a lot yesterday and snowed some more today. Also, there was hale and I don’t want them hit by hale when they’re this small. It would be dangerous. And they can climb out of the kiddie pool we originally had them in.)
(Also, I’m grateful for tarps to protect my carpet and twine to hold the corners together.)
Nothing says betrayal like a five week old puppy that wants out of his pen.
So around the New Year, my eldest nephew asked if we could hold weekly Dungeons and Dragons games as a family. He very rarely ever asks to do anything as a family even once every few months, let alone something that would be a weekly occurrence. My sister immediately agreed and so since then, each week my sister, her three teenagers and myself meet to play Dungeons and Dragons at our kitchen table. We have three players (my sister and her two sons) and two Dungeon Masters (my niece and myself).
Why have two DMs, you may ask?
Well, my niece isn’t fond of D&D when as a player, but didn’t want to be the normal DM. I love creating stories and adventures, but sometimes can’t talk for hours at a time or other difficulties pop up. So my niece is my assistant and we pretty much split the world we’re using. If it takes place in one of my countries, I’m main DM (barring physical difficulties). If it’s in one of my niece’s countries, she’s the main DM.
Regardless, we all still have to be at the table each week and take part in the game.
As a result, everyone’s gotten better at communicating throughout the week because we have to get along to a certain degree or the D&D session comes to a quick end no matter what.
So I’m thankful for my nephew’s idea of playing Dungeons and Dragons as a family, because we’re all learning how to communicate better and are closer as a family.
Pretty sure that this is life
And can’t seem to stop
Taking each day as it comes
Candles that blow out
Hoping to do better each time
Of all the things to be thankful for, I’m grateful the most for not only making mistakes, but being able to learn from them and (hopefully) not make them again.
Just going to keep going
Onward till the end
Because there was no one else around
That moment when you’re the most knowledgeable in your family to help the dog deliver her first litter because you were the goat midwife. (Which also was a default, because the goat was due that weekend and you were the only person who couldn’t drive granny and the children into town for appointments. So that meant it was your job to watch and aid the goat if needed.)
There are just so many jobs that people become skilled in by simple virtue of the fact that there was no other person around and the job still had to be done.