So today I am on a roll…..2 posts!
Continuing with my gratitude challenge, now up to #8. Express gratitude to 3 people.
This is not hard. At least in theory it should not be. I have SO many people who have blessed my life. In SO many ways.
I guess to help me narrow it down, I will think of more recent peeps in my life.
First person, my hubby of course. We have had a crazy roller coaster journey over the past 12 years. He is my #1 fan, and for that I am so grateful. I need a fan. Usually to give me the kick in the butt that I need. And I need it most weeks. I get discouraged very easily, but he does not seem to run out of positive encouragement for me even when I have been down for awhile. He never gives up. Is he perfect? No of course not, he does have his moments. But he continues on continuing on with me on this crazy hard and some days sad journey. We have gone through so much struggle and drama, and come out the other side so much stronger and connected for it. I know I can count on him and I know that he is there cheering me. And for that I am grateful.
Second person, my birth mom. Now you are probably thinking I am going to say I am grateful to her for giving me life. That’s kind of a no brainer. No, I am talking about being grateful to have met her so I can find out who I am. To know myself. We are alike and different in so many ways, but understanding where and who I come from (at least on her side) has helped me get a better understanding of why I do some of the things I do. DNA is a wacky thing. Family traits even wackier lol.
Third and definitely not last is my son. I am so grateful for having been blessed with him. Though a long and very difficult journey raising him, a roller coaster until itself, I feel I have learned more from him than anyone else in this life. I feel as though he is the teacher and I am the student. With all of his learning, mental health and developmental struggles, he never gives up. (leading also back to my birth mother and our family trait of resilience which thankfully both my son and I have inherited). This little boy has grown so much, going through tremendous trauma, and into an almost-man who battles addiction, disability, PTSD and more. He never ceases to inspire me to keep going. As a mother, I pray for him and hope that he never gives up. My wish for him is to become happy and whole in his own way and that he reaches his full potential. I am immensely grateful to be part of his life and be one of the people who has helped shape him into who he is and will become.