When my eldest was in preschool, her class did a project for Parent Night. Each child was told to draw a picture of what they were grateful for and the teacher would write their explanation underneath. The “grateful proclamations” were posted up and down the halls. As parents entered the building, there were the sweet drawings. Most of the artwork featured Mommy, Daddy, Siblings, and Pets. Searching for what Miss Peach was grateful for, I noticed a clump of parents around one drawing. Ah, there it was. My daughter was grateful for fried chicken. Just another proud moment.
While I find fried chicken tasty, I am grateful for:
- My daughters, my parents, my sister
- A roof over my head and food in the pantry
- Friends, especially those “heart” friends I would do anything for and I know that feeling is reciprocal
- My sweet little dog who loves me and never leaves my side … or feet, which can be a problem but he means well
- The good mornings that follow bad nights
- The knowledge that I am not in charge of the universe. Breathe in, breathe out. On those days when I feel I can’t handle another broken something, when I doubt I can put one foot in front of the other, when the forest is so dense and scary and thick I couldn’t find a tree if I walked right into it, there is comfort in the breathe. Peace comes eventually. And I remember the world doesn’t spin on my axis. Thank God.
- A job I enjoy so much it doesn’t feel like a job
- The ability to make a difference, however small, for the better
- Hugs. There is nothing as comforting and necessary for the soul as the human touch. Many people are “starving” for this. So simple, so easy to give. And oh so easy to receive.