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November 5, 2012 — Leave a comment

Who’s gonna admit that they’re so self-centered that they ran out of things to be thankful for after the first day? Me!

Just kidding. I’m still here, still thankful, I’ve just been so thankful that I’ve lived life non-stopped from stumble out to fall in. Friday night I went to my future sister-in-law’s bachelorette gathering. Saturday and today I attended to some long-overdue business while my husband relieved me took my two oldest camping. Closets, attics, craftroom, organization station… I opened my computer ONCE in the last 72. So here, with NINE nuggets of thanks!!!

1. I am grateful for my soon-to-be sister-in-law. ‘Cause I couldn’t have mail-ordered a better companion for my brother. As a bonus, I like hanging out with her and because she’ll soon be family, it’s the same feeling as finding out you get to hang out with someone late on a school night.

2. I am grateful that I have a mini-van. Door buttons and car-height entry are awesome for a five-foot-tall woman with three kids. (Does my gratitude get revoked if I came up with this one after trading cars for the weekend and climbing in and out of my husband’s SUV? I need a rope and a pick-axe.)

3. Drive-thru. Come on, it rocks!

4. Things that are intended to be eaten with chopsticks. Mmmmmmmmm.

5. So grateful for people that are kind to women with babies. It’s just a nice feeling after the blood-pressure spike of the car entry-exit process, bag-grab, buggy legbend and snap to have people continually remind you, in between your 11-month-old trying to hurl himself at every item in the store, how precious this time really is.

6. My precious Sydney. Today, after a 30 hours away, she came home and chose to spend the afternoon with me. I know she’s just five, but I’m so thankful every time she picks me.

7. That every day is a new chance to write it all over again. I went through stacks of things that had been piling up for years… some things in boxes that had been shoved in boxes from previous moves. The thing I took away from that is how often life changes course. Being reminded where I was “when” compared to where I am now reminds me that everything is a matter of perspective.

8. For people who challenge me. Speaking of #7, I appreciate the people in my journey put there to teach me – purposefully or otherwise.

9. Coconut oil. Cause it totally rocks as a soup base.

And you?

I’m busted.  I cannot be succinct enough with my words to not be aggravating in my social media sphere, so here lands my thanksgiving project.

If you’re not sure what I mean, stop what you’re doing and read this.

The gist is that there are all kinds of good reasons that having a thankful heart and attitude is better than not having one.  At a time when it’s really becoming clear to me just how much my kids pick up on from me… a good attitude vs. a bad one, whether to hold my tongue or not, how I respond to every challenge… I could either bat at flies and try to tackle every eventuality, or I could start from the outside in with an attitude check.

First, I’m thankful that I stumbled upon the blog of someone I worked with so briefly that I don’t even remember the name of the project, but I’ll never forget him. I must have filed Chance Scoggins away in that bucket of my mind marked “People that I sure am glad to know exist because they put the ‘kind’ in humankind.” Dude’s a bucket of sunshine, and if you’re looking for some, it’s yours for the taking in his blog. Granted, being thankful in the month of November isn’t a new idea, but Chance’s take on it is so refreshing.

Second, I’m grateful for second chances. Of any sort. From a second listen to a song, a second sip of a new kind of coffee, a second introduction to a person who perhaps you didn’t get on the first go-round, heck, a re-boot on life. Those of you who know me know that my sense of second chances comes from my faith in Christ. People suck. I’m included in that statement. It resonates in me that He is the ultimate giver of the second chance (or third, fourth… or 219th, by my count just today.)

Third, I’m grateful that life is so full of possibilities. It’s inherent in me to be overwhelmed by all of the things I cannot do. But rather how blessed am I to live in a time when we have options? When art and creativity are rewarded? When, with the click of a mouse, I can show my children the world, while dinner’s on the stove. I may not get my priorities sorted straight every day, but at least they’re all coming from a bucket of pretty incredible options.

This was an interesting pair of weeks. Two short weeks strung together – well, more like a midget week and a short week.  The midget week was brought to us courtesy of Hurricane Issac. The short week by people who work and celebrate their working by not working on a Monday.

Since having a bajillion kids (or 3) I have new perspective on all holidays. For the creative, non-focused, stay-at-home mom (read, domestiflated), non-major holidays no longer mean days off – they mean disrupted routines wrapped in limited availability of structured activity. Also known as “Quick, figure out something fun to do with the kids before you end up caught at noon with your bathrobe still on, 13 half-finished projects and kids who think napping is a tag-team sport.” days.

There’s guilt because you know you should be doing something amazing, guilt because your short week has no shortage of regular things on the to-do list, and guilt because, well, instead of revisiting point number one of this sentence, you’re instead on the internet racking your brain to find a randomly witty counterbalance to end this sentence on point 3.

And then it happened.  I put down the computer. Left my phone inside. Stripped the two babies I was home with down to their diapers and let them play in the hurricane* on the deck.  I don’t know why this never occurred to me.

Babies. Skin. Rain. Boom.

Hours of sincere lovely awesome.







I don’t know why I make it so hard in my mind.  Developmental minds crave novelty – they crave sensation – and they crave the love and security of spending sincere, joyful, stress-free time with their mother.

Every day I’m a little better.


*Note that Hurricane Issac was NOT a real hurricane to our area. I may suck at domesticity, but I don’t let the kids play real-life weathervane games.