I Could Always Have More...
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
But then again, I could always have less.
I've spent most of my life being pretty thankful for what I have, and I don't see it in others too often. Not that it makes me better than them...maybe just more mindful? Or with less expectations? I can tell you I see it on this site a lot more than day-to-day life, so maybe it's just taking time for more reflection? Anyway, it being that time of the year and all, I've been thinking about this topic quite a bit.
If you take the good with the bad, then you take the bad with the good, right? Sounds logical. That would mean there are two sides to every coin, as they say, and I prefer to focus on the good side (most of the time!).
My husband, though he drives me crazy sometimes...I don't want to live without. I'm sure I could survive, but I'm not sure I'd want to. When I heard about the lockdown close to his work, I imagined a police officer coming to my door to inform me my husband was dead. That may sound depressing, but it wasn't. It was a wake-up call. Cherish the people you love, because you never know what tomorrow, the next 6 hours, the next 5 minutes, might mean.
My child, coming to that age where she's finding her independence and a little attitude-y. I see shared times-of-the-month and arguments in our future. I've had a few friends who have had a hard time conceiving. Whose sole want in life is to have a child, something many of us take for granted, because we can easily do it. And though I'm sure there are going to be times where looking at her now 12 yr old face and picturing that peacefully cooing, adoring baby are going to be hard, I HAVE that memory, to cherish for the rest of my days, and am ultimately blessed because of it.
My job is fulfilling, but sometimes I come home wanting to tear my hair out (and it's usually the adults, not the kids, that are the cause of it.lol). But I have a job, at a time where so many people are looking for work. The pay is not great, but I also work 183 days out of the year, to be exact. I don't know anyone else outside of the school system that can say that. And I get to be around 5 year-olds, who are quite possibly the most interesting bunch of people to work with.
I don't go on fancy vacations to France, but I'm sitting in my jammies typing this on my own computer. To a bunch of people I'd have never met without internet access. Politicians piss me off, but I have a vote, a voice, to change things in a way other people would be just shot dead for. I don't eat caviar and drink champagne, but I can go to a store where the produce people (we have PRODUCE PEOPLE) are dumping out fresh fruits and vegetables from crates, that I did not grow, for us to pick through and choose the bruise-less, best looking ones (?!). I'm not in the best shape, but I can walk, jog, lift dumbells above my head, hug my child, lift a small one, drive a car, wave to a friend. Carry my groceries from my CAR to my KITCHEN, in my house, with running water and plumbing, a roof that doesn't leak, and a heater to keep me warm in winter.
I am blessed. And I am thankful.