In every life there are hard things. We tell our kids we can do hard things. Sometimes the lamest of things can seem hard. I was cleaning out closets in prep for back to school and I was finding it exhausting. I was working on Remy's closet and had found a bunch of clothes he had outgrown. Give away? Save for Noah? Where do I store them? And suddenly I had a feeling "be grateful he is growing" and I had in my very hand the evidence he was growing. My heart was flooded with gratitude for this child God had sent me.
Now here I am tonight Remy has a wicked sore bum and I am wiping butt paste on my 10 year old and I am TIRED, somedays it doesn't bother me and others it does. I've had poop and butt paste or residue of paste on my fingers almost everyday for ten years. And it stinks and it's sometimes hard to get rid of the residue or the smell. Trying to find the grateful????????
I hugged him, tucked him in bed and here I am at my computer:
Grateful for good soap from bed and bath
Grateful for a computer to vent on
Grateful for good butt paste that usually helps him feel better
Grateful for a washer and dryer to wash the dirty towels and linens and clothes
Grateful I get to go to bed and start over fresh tomorrow.
Sometimes the gratitude comes easily to our minds and other times we have to work for it.
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