For me and many people, the month of November is a time to reflect on what we’re thankful for. A time to count the blessings that have been bestowed upon us over the last year. Something about THANKS-givin’ (as my friends from the South would say) does that to a person.
There are moments, okay some whole days, where I’m just so frustrated with my kids’ belligerent behavior, sassy attitudes, the mess, the lack of organization, the mounds of laundry and the overall list of things to do.
And then I remember the premise of a book that my BFF recommended, which is, this is the life I asked for. This is the life I wanted. I wanted a house I could call my own. I wanted a big yard with room to run. I wanted a husband and children. I wanted a family. And I got it. AND, those things come at a cost — yard work, lawn mowing, home improvements, spending money, and oh yeah, RAISING kids.
For the past 12 months when I feel like I’ve reached my limit I try to remember to take a breath, pause and remember that this is what I wanted. And I’m grateful.
I am thankful for:
- Girls pulling each other’s hair
- Girls pushing and hitting each other (usually the small one hitting the big one)
- Girls pile driving one another (usually the big one pile driving the small one)
- Girls fighting over toys
- Girls shrieking, screaming and making the most annoying mouth noises (gah, where do they learn that!??)
- Girls invading each other’s personal space
- Cleaning food off the floor after EV-ERY meal (uugh, I think this is my most hated parenting task)
- The utter disaster of my living room
- The utter disaster of my older daughter’s room
- The mad rush of getting two lazily playing, daydreaming girls dressed, fed and out the door on time
- The annoyance of realizing you bought the next season’s clothes in the wrong size (Why didn’t I anticipate Bean would be in 3T winter clothes when she’s been in 2T since last spring!!?) — and then having to switch over her entire wardrobe. Again.
I am thankful for all of these things because they mean that I have two healthy children and a happy home. It’s so easy to get overwhelmed by the minutia; by things that don’t really matter. But when I do that, I lose sight of that fact that all of these things mean that I have what is most important to me.
And I am grateful.