I’m joining in with Timberdoodle’s blog hop.
November is upon us and I thought I’d take a moment to focus on some things we are thankful for. To be honest, it’s been a rough year in our world and I’m trying to get my own mindset back in check. Working on being an example and practicing calming strategies to show Monkey how to handle our big emotions. Writing is calming for me… and I don’t do it enough. So what am I thankful for this year? Obviously, I need to do this exercise because making this list was far more difficult than it should be.
I am thankful for…
- Mr. Man, who shows me daily how to love with your whole heart and is the world’s best cuddler.
- Money, with all those traits that will make a successful adult one day but, at 5, is costing Mama FAR too much anxiety. Who I can’t even be upset with as we are called to the principal’s office and sent home (yes, that was our day! 1 day a week kiddo….1 day!) Who has the best smile, but thinks kisses are gross! (Keep it that way, sir! Those dimples are dangerous!)
- My car, which I don’t fear will leave us on the side of the road in 120-degree weather. Last year, this was a real concern.
- My job, which has opened up so many opportunities for me. It allows me to stay home and homeschool my boys. To focus on their needs and (attempt) to alleviate the stress of full-time work away from home AND balance the boys’ extra needs. It has given me the opportunity to work on finding myself after I had lost myself in those early years.
- Friends, who are present and bring substance to your life. The ones you can count on to laugh with, vent with and cry with.
- My church, a wonderful little group who cares for one another and aren’t afraid to ask the hard questions. Who will listen to your thoughts and respect you, even if they don’t always agree with you.
- My little house (yes, even my old, falling apart- too many issues to count house), which keeps us dry- most of the time. Whose mortgage can’t be beat and keeps us so close we have no choice but to deal with our issues. My tiny house which, after more years than I want to admit of decluttering and minimizing, is starting to show signs of hope.
- My husband, who knows how to push my buttons like no other. Who believes in me more than he probably should, who I’ve known more of my life than not, and who has been by my side for more than I’d ever imagined over the past 10 years. He puts up with my junk and challenges me to do better. He does the laundry… we can stop there, right?!
I had the boys do a similar activity and I was so surprised at their responses. It made my heart happy to see that we must be doing something right!