I find myself grateful this year. Not because it’s a new year and I’m supposed to be, but because I am.
I am grateful…
for those who hurt me and mine because they taught me how to see the light on the other side of the anger.
for my family, who believe in me when I have run out of things to believe in.
for the ability to attend college while not sacrificing time with my children.
for a husband who works 12-13 hours per day, 5 days a week, so I can be a stay at home mom and fledgling author.
for all those ‘WTF’ moments. Because without them, how would I learn anything?
for a home that requires some TLC, because the chance to make my house ‘pretty’ feeds a passion I rarely display.
for a teenager who plays the drums, because it is his passion and listening to them makes me smile.
for a teenager who loves space, because his intensity reminds me of my father.
I am grateful for all the lessons I have learned. Were they hard? Hell yes. Did they hurt? Sometimes. Were they worth learning?
Beyond all measurements.