Being thankful seems to be the running theme for my friends, book club and church the past couple of weeks. Not that this is a new concept or anything it just seems to really be on people's hearts lately. So I have decided to share how I am thankful for everything that was thrown at me the past few days.
My big man woke up on his 8th birthday with a fever and a nasty cough. And here are the things I am thankful for...
I am thankful that all the hours spent the night before baking cupcakes and putting goody bags together for his party is all done and I don't have to do it again when the party is rescheduled.
I am thankful that we tasted the cupcakes the day when the party was supposed to be and realized they tasted like something we should never give to somebody for free.
I am thankful that my son is alive, that my Saturday which was scheduled to be rushed and stressful was relaxing and quiet while my sick boy laid on the couch and took several naps.
I am thankful that we have a doctor we can take our son to on a Sunday. I am thankful that because he had the flu, he could now be quarantined to his room and I no longer needed to be fearful of the germs lurking downstairs.
I am thankful that he likes to watch shows on the computer because I was able to do 5 loads of laundry.
I am thankful that when my youngest son woke me up at 3:30am on Monday morning he didn't lurk over me and scare the bejonkers (its a real word) but gently laid his head on my bed telling me he didn't feel good.
I am thankful that he woke up with a fever while at home and not at school. No need spreading this stuff around.
I am thankful that he threw up twice in the bucket I set out for him because momma DOES NOT do throw up.
I am thankful that when he did miss the bucket I had enough sense to put gloves on, hold my breath and use the carpet cleaning machine to clean it up. I was 5'7" away from the puke.
I am thankful that one child played on the iPad while the other on the laptop and they were happy.
I am thankful for the 1000 times I went up and down the stairs because I have now done my exercise for the day.
I am thankful that my oldest can chat with me to tell me that he needed me while I was downstairs so he wouldn't wake up his brother.
I am thankful that after every request he typed out he then told me that he loved me.
I am thankful that after my oldest woke up from his nap he asked me to come upstairs because he wanted to hug and kiss me.
I am thankful that I finished the laundry.
I am thankful that I have a boss that understands when kids get sick
I am thankful that I handled a curve ball. And handled it well I might add.
I could focus on all that happened this past weekend and could have been really angry for my boys being sick. But what's the point? Being thankful changed my perspective, gave me the energy to go on and gave me the peace I needed to help my boys. This being thankful stuff is amazing!
*please forgive my many grammar and/or spelling errors. Instead be thankful you can read. heehee