There’s something about this week — the days right before Thanksgiving — that always makes me slow down a little. Maybe it’s the cooler air, or the way the days feel like they’re stretching toward something warm and familiar. But lately I’ve been thinking about how every road trip needs fuel to keep going… and honestly, life’s the exact same way.
For me, gratitude is that fuel. It’s what keeps the wheels turning when the road gets long.
Why Gratitude Matters (Especially Right Now)
This time of year gets busy fast. The lists, the meals, the schedules, the emotions — they all stack up. And when life gets loud, it’s easy to slip into survival mode instead of soaking in the good that’s already here.
Gratitude doesn’t magically clear the road. It doesn’t sweep away the stress, the mess, or the moments where you wonder how you’re supposed to do it all.
But it does shift how you see the journey.
It makes the miles feel a little more meaningful.
And it reminds you that you’re not traveling this road alone.
A Moment From My Own Road This Week
This past week, my four-year-old has been telling me, “Mama, you don’t play with me.”
And listen… as much as that tugs at my heart, it’s not entirely true. I do play with him — just in small pockets, and not as consistently as before we brought a new baby home. Our routine has been shifting constantly, and I know he’s feeling it.
He’s so sweet with his baby brother, always trying to make him laugh, always wanting to be involved. But beneath all that love, he’s missing his steady mama time. And honestly? I’ve been missing it too.
In the middle of juggling naps and feedings and preschool practice and dishes and life, I’ve been learning something:
Even when I need a breather, he still needs connection.
Not necessarily big moments — just the steady ones.
So lately I’ve been trying to say thank you more:
Thank you for helping.
Thank you for listening (even when listening is a rare creature in this house).
Thank you for loving your brother so well.
Thank you for being patient with mama’s messy, ever-changing days.
That gratitude — spoken out loud — has softened the edges of this long stretch of road we’re on.
Gratitude as Travel Fuel
Here’s the thing: gratitude doesn’t change or cancel the detour. It doesn’t fill potholes or fix flat tires. It’s not magic.
But it does help you keep moving.
It’s the steady hum in the background reminding you of what’s still good.
It’s the warm light on the dashboard saying, “You’ve got enough to get through this part.”
And it’s not just for Thanksgiving week. Gratitude is an ongoing practice — a daily breath, a quiet shift, a small turning of the heart toward what matters.
This year, my deepest gratitude is simple and steady: my family.
My husband, my babies, my parents, my siblings, my papa — this whole circle of people who make life full even when it’s loud, messy, stressful, or unpredictable. Without them, the road would feel so empty.
A Moment for You to Reflect
Before the holiday rush kicks in, take a moment.
Breathe.
Look around at your life just as it is this week — not perfected or polished.
Write down one or two things you’re thankful for.
They don’t have to be poetic. They just have to be true.
Those small gratitudes? They’re your fuel. They’ll carry you farther than you realize.
A Warm Thanksgiving Blessing
As we head into the holiday, I hope your days feel gentle.
I hope your heart feels captivated by the love around you.
And I hope, more than anything, that your tank is full of thankfulness and your load feels just a little lighter.
Your Turn
Let me know below: What’s one gratitude you’re carrying into the holiday?
From my road to yours, happy wandering.
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