OK…so, I think I complained A LOT today…
I hate the cold. In fact, I detest the cold. And, today was, well, FREEZING. Anything below 20 (really, I mean 50) is absurd.
I’m bitter about the freezing rain. And waiting in my car for the windshield to defrost.
Frustrated that I had to make a last-minute trip to the store for items for a Pre-School party (my own fault – slacker).
Crabby about my messy house. And my fighting kids. And my stack of papers-and-such in my office.
Irritated about my inability to add that extra hour to the day I’ve been lobbying for. And about my lack of sleep.
But….then I read a Caring Bridge journal entry from a friend. Her 2 year old has Leukemia. She is cheery because her husband and little boy made it safely to the hospital for his latest chemo treatment. She is hopeful because her son seems a little more like himself, they are no longer finding blood in his stool and the hole in his chest from his first port (which was removed after it became infected) has healed.
She is saying prayers of thanks and gratitude because her three older children (about 3, 5 and 8) asked Santa for something special when they saw him….for their little brother to feel better.
What’s Jack Nicholson’s line from A Few Good Men?? “Don’t I feel like a F*&^*$# A**&5$#”
I never have to look far for a little perspective. I can Bah-Humbug about the cold and fighting kids all day long, but the truth is – I know my friend would give anything for those to be her only gripes.
So, tonight, instead of gripes, I will focus on gratitude.