Gratitude is in, haven’t you heard?
It seems to be all around me, and so despite feeling incredibly woebegone and exhausted, I’ve decided if you can’t bet em join em.
First there’s my friend Simone’s The Grateful Project and articles online in the self-help corners and then perhaps the most insistent of all, there’s the gentle prodding (with a cattle prod!) of the counsellor.
It’s hip to be grateful.
So, every morning lately I’ve been looking around me to see what I can be grateful for. The house, the pets, good food, the new friends I’ve made from BlogCamp who have all been so generous in welcoming me into their circle. And for saying things like
– “I had the most amazing day. Just soaking in all the information and learning so many new things, I actually thought my brain was going to explode. so if you notice some changes on my blog it’s because of all those new things I learned.” Rachel, South Sea Island Home
“The whole thing was awesome, and awe-inspiring! Hubby text at lunch to ask me how it was going; my response was ‘Already been well worth the money’! REALLY, TRULY, SERIOUSLY” Elizabeth, To Find a Silver Lining
My Englishman, of course. I know we have our problems – who wouldn’t in the circumstances – but I am enormously grateful he’s in my life and on the same side of the world as me!
Some days I try to be original in my gratitude. I’m grateful for having access to Bluff Oysters for example. I can’t afford them but I know they’re there. I’m grateful for the car, rust-bucket that it is, but it has wheels and occasionally petrol in its tank. I’m grateful for this, and that and..
..and then I start to run out of ideas.
Which is crazy, because really I’ve missed some of the most obvious ones. My family in OZ, my kind-hearted sister, my adorable niece and nephews, Dad, Mum, brothers in law, cuzzies..
I wander through the house and trip over man-sized clod-hoppers. It makes me smile. I remember the little knitted All Black rugby boot booties a friend made me, twenty years ago. Inspired by the memory I go into my dressing room and grab the tiny t-shirt – doll-sized – that boasts ‘Millenium Baby’ that I’ve stashed in my knickers drawer with all my precious things and I smile again.
Whovian Traveller (17) comes in from downstairs. She’s dressed in her latest costume for the Armageddon event later this year. She’s sporting a cut off denim jacket, blue tights and a purple long-sleeve t-shirt. The purple matches her raisin coloured hair. We dyed it together – a rite of passage – in the holidays.
I remember when aged two she gave herself a haircut, with disastrous results.
I’m grateful hair grows back.
I’m grateful the kids are healthy and happy.
But most of all today, I’m grateful that although they are almost grown, they have not grown out of me.
We’re still friends.
I’m their Mum still, sure, with all that implies. Occasionally I’m their coach, their teacher, their jailor (‘You will NOT go out until you’ve tidied your room!’). Their cook, driver, nurse. I lead by example – of what to do and what not to do.
But despite all of this, how wonderful it is that we are still friends. I love them to bits, of course. But I actually like them as people.
In spite of it all. Because of it all?
How incredibly proud of them, I am. And grateful?
Yes. So very grateful.
Grateful, for these three.
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