One day someone asked what I was grateful for. Well that is such a vague question, well to me anyways. I didn’t really want to give a wrong answer. Not that there would be one right? It’s my opinion, I can pick and choose what I’m grateful for, right?
But at a table full of women who all seemed to have their ducks in a row, I felt like an outcast. A simple question made me totally forget about all that I was grateful. It was like right at the moment I completely went blank. Any other time I could have thrown about 10 responses out there.
Now intimated, I have 8 eyeballs staring at me with smiles, as they wait for my answer to the question. Listening to the other answers:“My husband, he is so wonderful”, “my job, it’s really a blessing”, “my new house, we finally have room for everyone”.
Replaying these answer over in my mind. I just felt like whatever I was going to utter was going to be completely ridiculous. To myself, I’m thinking O.M.G. what am I going to say to fit in with these ladies. This was the longest 30 seconds of my life. Trying to waste time, I laughed, repeated the question and sipped some lemonade. Then out of know where I said “I’m grateful for my children”. Immediately the eyeballs and smiles went to blank stares and silence. “Really” said one of the ladies and she looked so confused.
Sadly all of these women had children, but no one mentioned them. Everyone mentioned material things or places. “Here we go” I thought, let the judgement begin.
Now that I think about, I gave the best answer! To me my children are everything, they have saved me from so much. Not to mention the laughter they bring me on some of my darkest days. God has trusted me with 3 little people. He saw something in me that would be right for them, and He knew how much I needed to be saved.
So while at this table with these women with their ducks in a row, I smiled and said it again “I’m soooo grateful for my children”. I wasn’t trying to make them feel bad or anything, but with my children I can be myself, I am not judged, and even if I gain an extra 10 pounds, or I have food stuck in my teeth, they will love me regardless. No matter the situation they will hug me and love me no matter what!
As I begin to give all my many reasons on why I’m grateful for my kids I started crying. Cue the water works. To think that I almost missed out on a wonderful opportunity to tell the Lord thank you, all because I was trying to keep up with the Jones’,( whom I think is extremely broke now).
I am happy with every painting that I cannot recognize, every piece of pasta jewelry I am forced to wear, and even those moments I have to fight night time monsters and be a private investigator for socks. I cherish those moments because they are so easy to look past and forget.
Don’t get me wrong there are times when I have to go in the room, close the door, leap head first into the bed and scream into a pillow. There are moments when I roll my eyes so far back into my head that one day they are not going to roll back. Not to mention when I have to pray silently before I break up a fight between siblings.
They keep me going, they are my motivation, even when I don’t feel like going on, or just flat out give up. My children are my “thing”, my crew, my squad. I can count on them, when everyone else is busy, or counting me out. Yep, my full time cheerleaders.
Needless to say that day at the lunch with my lady friends, it turned out to be great! One of the ladies gave me a hug afterwards and in my ear she said whispered “cherish them, because they grow up so fast”.
So with a grateful heart, I now understand it’s the simple things that have the greatest impact on life!