Hi! Good morning! Happy Wednesday, Mamma. Gratitude day.
Why do I entreat you, just about every Wednesday, to make a gratitude list? Why do I do it for myself? For the same reason I encourage you to exercise and eat right, because I think it will make your life better.
You may have noticed by now, life is a bit of a mixed gift pack. Hat tip to Mary Chapin Carpenter, sometimes you’re the Louisville slugger, baby, sometimes you’re the ball.
And, as is true with so many things in life, we have a choice as to how we handle this truth every day.
We can focus on everything that is wrong, and I guarantee you there will be plenty to focus on.
Or, we can focus on what is right.
I’m a big fan of focusing on what is right.
We are privileged, you and I. We are blessed to be mothers, blessed to be employed, and, if we are lucky enough to be married to a guy who does dishes or laundry or loves to cook, blessed again.
There are thousands of women who couldn’t have babies, who couldn’t get the job, who didn’t find the right man. There are further hundreds of thousands of women who have been driven from their homes or who spent last night at Children’s Hospital. I don’t care how big the laundry pile is or how awful your boss is, those women would gladly trade places with you.
Look at your children’s faces, smell their hair, be filled with gratitude. Open the fridge and the pantry, look at the food you can fill their tummies with, be grateful again. Turn on the faucet, hot and cold running water. Be grateful again.
I love you, Mamma. We’ve never met, but there is so much I understand about your life. I know the days can get hard, I do.
But there is beauty there, my good woman, in that life of yours, beauty and blessings and goodness, every day.
See the good stuff.
Write it all down.
Read the list.