By Jayger’s Mom Heather
My Thanksgiving memories are pretty much a Norman Rockwell cliché. Growing up we always celebrated at our home in Colorado. Mom and Dad would often invite a few guests, but it was always the five of us— my parents, my sister, my brother, and me. Thanksgiving meant family. And Gratitude. Now that I’m older, and have a family of my own, I am more thankful than ever for my family, and that my parents emphasized giving thanks.
Part of spending time with family meant chipping in with the food prep, even days before Thanksgiving. We’d help Mom peel some 10 lbs of potatoes and plenty of apples for apple crisp. Football (Denver Broncos – of course!) was always on TV.
Onthe big day, we’d wake up early and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Now that I think of it, perhaps seeing New York in all of its glory during those impressionable years, subliminally put dreams in my mind to one day live in NYC?!
Mom would spend most the day in the kitchen and always set a perfectly festive dinner table. Dad would rake leaves in the backyard and us kids would run and jump right into the middle of his huge pile, sending all the leaves flying into the air. We’d skip lunch so we were extra hungry for the big feast. And I bet you can guess what was served… yep… turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, and a special side inspired by a recipe my mother had come across that year.
Before any of us were allowed to lift a fork, we would hold hands around the table while my Dad would lead us in a Thanksgiving prayer. As we enjoyed the meal, we would go around the table, each sharing one thing that we were thankful for that year. This is still my favorite Thanksgiving tradition.
Now that my siblings and I have families of our own, the Thanksgiving table has expanded considerably. We usually meet up at my Mom’s home (now “Nana”) and she still makes her signature turkey and mashed potatoes, while the rest of us fill in the gaps.
It was Thanksgiving of 2014, while sitting at the table with some 15 people, that my son Jayger (two years old at the time), pointed to my glass of sparkling water and said loud and clear “Mommy I want some Tickle Water too”.
My sister-in-law Cynthia looked curiously from across the table and asked “what in the world is “tickle water”? I brushed it off, “Oh, that’s just our silly name for bubbly water because it tickles Jayger’s tongue.” Cynthia laughed and said, “I love that name, and my kids love bubbly water too!”
That is how it all began. One year ago, unbeknownst to me, I would find my business, my purpose, my passion creating Tickle Water for kids everywhere. Now that is something to be extra thankful for!
So this Thursday when it’s my turn at the table, I’m giving thanks for the inspiration and love from my family, and for this dream of mine (keeping kids hydrated, happy, and empowered) becoming a reality.
From our family to yours — may you have a happy, healthy, and blessed Thanksgiving filled with good times and forever memories!