A story about finding gratitude in the small things. Heads up, I wrote this on my phone, no edits. Excuse any typos.
Wow, that's a difficult one. I love my adult children. I loved them before they were born. I spent every minute of the day and night with them until they went to school. Then I volunteered in their classrooms to stay near to them. I carried them in slings, on my hips, in my arms and now I carry them in my heart.
I didn't hear from them the last few Mother's Days. Still, I hold out hope, no matter how small, that they will remember me this year. (Remember their childhood, the laughter, and love.) My children were my life/career. I willingly gave my all. I have no regrets.
Even so, I don't like Mother's Day. It's confusing, and painfully silent.
So back to gratitude. I had to run to Kohls to pick up a package and everyone was shopping for Mom. Young women, middle aged women, husbands, sons...the place was packed. I felt angry as one woman complained her "daughter always gives her things she would want." I rolled my eyes. Thinking, wow, you have your daughter in your life and you're complaining about the presents ? WTH.
I started feeling sorry for myself/left in a huff. I do know better than that. No pity parties!
I went home and found a Mother's Day card in the mail. Not from my kids, but from my realtor. Don't laugh. It made be so happy! It was hand written and had a scratcher ticket in it! So thank you Sue Kline. You made my day.
Thank God for the little blessings in life that keep me living in gratitude! Xoxo
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