Hello, dear Mamma friend. How are you? I need to take a gratitude break this morning. The last couple weeks we’ve been struggling to get back to routine and I’ve been struggling with waves of inadequacy.
The decorations are put away, mostly. But not quite all.
I’m back to a strict workout routine. But I’m not as fast as I was.
I got my closet and my daughter’s closet and the storage room organized. But the boys’ room is still a wreck.
Work is wonderful. Except I’m not quite as brilliant and productive as I can see I would be if all I did was work.
You see? I know full well I’m not being fair to me. This kind of thinking is not helpful. I know it. And yet it still gnaws at me, weighs me down.
Gratitude list, help me, please? Change my head, let me see the good in what I do!
If you are struggling too, I hope you’ll make your own list. Write it down. On paper even. It really does help.
I am grateful for my wonderful, healthy children. I am grateful that they love me. I am grateful that they hug me before they head out the door in the morning. I am grateful that we talk and laugh at dinner. So grateful for that.
I am grateful for basketball games. For that moment when I see in my child a level of skill, passion or determination that I hadn’t seen before. That moment is amazing.
I am grateful for ingenuity. Mine and theirs.
I am grateful for my boss. And my coworkers. Really lovely, lovely people. Talk about wanting to do well.
Grateful for the goofy baby-dog, for whom every moment in life is a chance to play. Straight up medicine, that dog.
I am grateful for almond milk pudding. Surprisingly good.
For kids who fold clothes. And work hard at school. And who need my love.
For the chance to hold my girlfriend’s nine month old baby. That soft little chunkly duckling. She smiled her toothless grin, and chewed on the knuckle of my thumb. Heaven.
For a husband who doesn’t mind working hard. Who sees how hard I work and thanks me for it.
For thick socks and winter tights and great pair of two-tone leather boots. I am grateful to feel pretty and warm.
For friends. For the other women in my life who inspire me every day with their smiles and their intelligence and their warmth. Their energy just lifts me up.
For a daytimer which tell me where I’m supposed to be. For the very smart phone that keeps me in touch with my world. For the chance to put them both away at night and just be a mom in a house with the people she loves.
For caffeine at the beginning of the day. And lavender bath salts at the end of it.
For crisp crunchy snow. For hot cocoa with whipped cream. For toast with melted butter.
For the chance to take on another day and give it the best I’ve got.
… Sigh. There now.
I do feel better. This process is magic, it truly is. How about you?
Have a great day, Mommy. See the good, girl. See the good.