What have I to be thankful for?

I spent the last couple of years writing down much of my childhood. Some of those times were very difficult as I relived many difficult memories in my mind and then again, in my emotions. I found myself irritable at times when I had no reason in my present life. I had reexperienced trauma and grief from days that were long gone. 

I experienced some really difficult times at work. In fact, I experienced probably the most difficult work year that I have ever experienced. I wrestled with my calling. I contemplated moving. I felt so lost at times, not knowing what was next, what was best for me, or how to move forward, while doing what was best for my family.

And 2020 hit. The pandemic has caused many of us to experience a lot of different things. I spoke with a parent the other day about her daughter who was finding it difficult to get her to do anything. Her daughter’s motivation was very low. I tried to empathize. Many of us are finding it difficult. We are tired. And sometimes, we don’t even know why. She told me she didn’t believe in the virus, thought it was a hoax. I said it didn’t matter, we are all living through it.

We have to distance from each other. We are wearing masks constantly. We have to cancel many of the joy filled events that we would normally attend. We are missing significant, meaningful opportunities to celebrate events the way we normally would. We said goodbye to my dad in the midst of this pandemic. It seems like every other day, something significant happens to cause us regrip, reorient, or regather ourselves. 

We’ve just gone through a very difficult election time period that felt like everyone was against everyone. Even if you tried to lay low and just place your vote, many others were constantly trying to drag you into their politics, both personally and on social media. I wish I could never have another political conversation again. And then I held out hope that after the election, it would all die down. And it didn’t. Not yet, anyway.

The irony is in so many ways, while 2020 has been difficult, I have much to be thankful for.

Unlike many others in our country, I have had job stability. I didn’t have to wonder if/when I was going to lose my job due to shut downs. We shut down and spent two months at home and I was able to work from there more comfortably than I would if I was at work (which is how we are doing it now). My “second” job shut down and I was thankful that we were able to continue that this year. It has played a major part of us getting out of debt. I am thankful that my job has not been in question and I have not lost wages due to this pandemic.

While the year has been difficult on my family, we still have much to be thankful for. I was annoyed that my daughter’s education was disrupted and she wasn’t allowed to do her clinicals during the initial shut down from the pandemic. I made up all kinds of reasons why/how she should have not been affected. Her graduation date was pushed back three months and prevented her from starting her career sooner than later. However, she was able to complete it. And then it wasn’t long afterwards before she found a full-time job that she loves. She’s making great money and bought her first car. She’s 19 years old and tells me how she loves her helping her patients. Yes, my 19 year old daughter loves helping her patients. Boggles my mind. I am thankful for some many parts of that and how it almost wasn’t and then was. Oh yeah, she did it without incurring any student loans and without us paying for it. 

While my youngest daughter, like many teenagers, has struggled with the isolation that we’ve all experienced, she has excelled, as well. She has continued to earn, EARN “A” after “A”, even when as a high school sophomore, her college classes went virtual with no other option. Many students have struggled academically, many that have normally performed very well in a non-COVID world. Yet, my daughter continues to kill it. I’m so proud of her. She did this while finding a good job and working an average of twenty or so hours a week in a COVID threatening work environment. She completed driving school and is one day away from getting her license. Happy Birthday! When I look at her life, I have much to be thankful for. She is a gem and has outperformed expectations in so many ways. 

My oldest daughter and her husband have experienced difficult times after he decided to end his military career at the end of his contract. It wasn’t an easy decision, but they made it. Then they transitioned back to civilian life and life in Ohio. It has been nice having them close, but I would have preferred living close to them in New Mexico. 🙂 As soon as they were ready to transition back, the pandemic hit and they were quarantined for two months close, but not home. During that time, my daughter was able to get a local job (or two) and has been killing it on that front. Both of them have enrolled in programs at OSU to further their education. They are living on their own and supporting themselves and they are killing it. I am so thankful for how they have been able to transition. They have work (schooling) left to do, but they are well on their way.

Lastly, on a very personal front, my dad died in August. As I was finishing my memoir to be published. Many emotions surround these facts and the timing of it all. But, I am still thankful. Even though life growing up was difficult, I am thankful my dad taught me many things. While I don’t want to go into them here and now, you will have a chance to read about them in the book. At Dad’s funeral, my brother, Jesse spoke and he said that though many times were difficult growing up, he wouldn’t change a single thing. I couldn’t have said that, but his sentiment is one of thanksgiving. And I too, am thankful for many things that could have been much worse in my life. I could have turned out quite differently. 

I am thankful God brought me through it. I am thankful that He made me a better parent because of it. I am thankful that He has used me because of it. I am thankful for what and whom He has given me. 

My wife has been an incredible support through all of this. She is always there to pick me up, to spend time with me, to talk about what we are going through. I can’t begin to express my appreciation for her. She is the constant in my life. She is always willing to do what she can to make me feel better and to support what I need. I am so thankful for her.

There are always things to be thankful for, even in difficult times. We just need to look for them and remember them.

An excerpt from Ch. 7, Loogootee Pt 2b of Never Settled by Shawn D. Congleton (release 12.27.20)

Today, though, we were all mentally and emotionally recovering from the aftermath of the night before. Why did dad hate us so much? Why couldn’t we just do what we were supposed to do? Why was he so violent? We all spent the morning getting ready, trying to process and comprehend what we just went through and having to face the day at school. 

Surprisingly, we all adjusted fairly well to school despite the challenges of our lives. School was a fairly positive experience for me. The teachers were typically nice and cared about me. They were kind and helpful. When I messed up, they didn’t cuss at me, tell me I was a piece of crap and smack me upside the head. The worst case scenario was I got sent to the principal and had to sit outside his office for a bit, then ended up talking to the secretary or counselor nearby, if I talked to anyone at all. 

This day, however, none of us were ready to go face all that school had for us. We were experiencing our own version of PTSD. The memories of these shows are still very vivid as they provided the fantastic escape that we needed.

Terri took her bowl of cereal, sat in front of the TV, turned it on and started watching The Bozo Show. I grabbed my own bowl and joined her. Jimmy was already sitting on the couch with his bowl. We all sat there in the memory of our misery, eating the bagged puffed wheat with as much sugar as it took to taste like Sugar Smacks and let Bozo the Clown help us forget about our real lives. 

Terri

We laughed slightly and stayed glued to the TV all the way up to the Grand Prize Game where each of us imagined we got a ping pong ball to toss in each bucket. We imagined participating in the fun as they progressed through the buckets, starting with the closest of six buckets, tossing the ball into and hopefully staying in each bucket, working our way to the grand prize. We envisioned earning the reward — a grand prize of extreme proportions — which I imagined as getting away from dad and living a normal life.

The show ended at the conclusion of the Grand Prize Game and the next show started. It was a rerun of Bewitched, which I loved. I looked at the clock and started to worry that we had already missed the bus, but Terri and Jimmy were in charge while my parents were gone, so I figured they knew what they were doing. These TV shows took me into another world and allowed me to escape, if for a moment, to a better place and time. Once Bewitched ended, a rerun of The Jeffersons came on to which I wasn’t as fond. It seemed more like a show for adults. Of course, I wondered, that’s probably because kids are supposed to be at school

“Uh, are we going to school or what?” I asked, letting the words hang in the air. 

“Not today. Let’s just stay home and watch TV,” Terri responded without much fanfare. That sounded just fine to me. I wasn’t much in the mood for school and I was still a bit of a mess from the night before. Terri turned the channel and found, The Price is Right and we all continued to play along in our heads imagining our own prizes. After The Price is Right was over, Terri got up and turned the TV off.

“Let’s go,” she said.

“What?” I asked. There was no way I was going to school now. We were hours late and it was a long walk. I just knew we would get in even more trouble for arriving at school late. I couldn’t do it. 

“We are going to get in bigger trouble than last night if mom and dad find out we skipped school. We’ll just tell them we missed the bus. As long as we go to school, we’ll be fine,” Terri explained. 

“No way!” I said. “You said we could stay home. I would be so embarrassed to go into school late. They will see right through us!” I pleaded.

“We have to go.” Jimmy stated plainly.

Terri and Jimmy did their chores meticulously, cleaning the bathroom and kitchen — knowing they couldn’t let a repeat of last night happen again. They even helped clean the living room of everything including our dishes from that morning. If dad saw dirty dishes in the living room, he would literally kill us. That was always a pet peeve of his. Dirty dishes in the living room or bedroom meant bugs. Bugs meant a dirty house. He wasn’t having that. No bugs. No dirty dishes. No way. We all cleaned the living room before we left, but I was way too embarrassed and refused to go.

“Fine,” Terri said. “We’ll leave without you. Your life is in your hands.” Terri and Jimmy exited the trailer and started to walk to school, which was about a mile and a half away. I couldn’t believe it. First, they said we were staying home. Then, they tried to take it back. It was way too late for that. We were already so late! There was no way I was going to school more than two hours late, plus we would have to walk a mile and half! 

I turned the TV back on and tried to find something to watch. I flipped between a morning show, two soap operas and another game show that I didn’t like. Nothing. Now I was stuck home alone, skipping school while my brother and sister were walking to school without me, the day after I got five swats with the belt. I was so lost and didn’t know what to do.

About that time, the front door opened back up…