Can you believe November is here? Wow! What happened October? Where did it go? I have felt time slipping by so fast lately. Yesterday, I had the opportunity to go and speak at a Women’s Forum. Gail Miller (wife of the late Larry Miller of the Utah Jazz) was the keynote speaker and they had several great breakout sessions.
They served a beautiful lunch, and as I was waiting in line, I was talking with another woman who had been in my presentation. As I chatted with her, I was looking for my own mom because I wanted to sit with her for lunch. When I found her, the woman I was speaking with said, “I knew that was your mom. I could tell when she hugged you after you spoke.”
You see, I have a great mom. She has taught me to be grateful for whatever I have, no matter what life brings.
In this crazy world, it becomes so easy to focus on what is not going well. It becomes so easy to see the spot on the otherwise clean mirror. I sometimes focus on those spots.
As I was cleaning my house the other day, I noticed some dirt smudges around the door to my girls room. As I wiped them up, I thought about this tendency to focus on the negative.
I remember the years I didn’t have to clean up a child’s dirt smudges.
They were the years I could read an entire book in the tub.
I could watch a tv show that I wanted to watch…during the daytime.
I could eat popcorn for dinner.
I could go to the bathroom alone.
I could run to the store and be in and out in 15 minutes!
And I thought of a dear friend’s question to me two weeks ago:
Is it worth it to have kids?
And I realized something.
In the midst of fatigue, dirty laundry, dirt smudges and smelly shoes…
When mama’s and baby’s tears combine…
When you just want a minute to go to the bathroom by yourself…
When you haven’t plucked your eyebrows or painted your toenails in forever…
There is no way on heaven or earth that I would trade it.
You see, sometimes being a mom you have to go on a treasure hunt for gratitude. I found it that day in a dirty smudge on the previously white door. I found in that dirt smudge a symbol: it was a symbol of my hopes and dreams coming true. Because even though being a mother is the most exhausting, overwhelming and utterly life altering thing that I have ever done, I also realized something about those seemingly free years:
Those were the years I didn’t get wet whispers, or butterfly kisses.
Those were the years I didn’t have to fold tiny clothes, or know the feel of little arms around my neck.
I didn’t get to fall asleep singing lullabies or know the smell of my little girls’ freshly washed hair.
Those were the years I had no idea what it felt like to have someone say, “I love you mommy.”
They were the years when I couldn’t have imagined how you literally feel your heart grow inside your chest.
And you love more than you have ever loved before.
And, that made me feel very, very grateful.
Sometimes you have to go on a treasure hunt for gratitude. But, when you do, I am certain you will find what you are looking for.
So, as we start November, the month of gratitude, what are you grateful for?
Happy Sunday everyone! I hope you find something to be grateful for this month and always. When you find it, make sure you share it with someone you love! Hey, maybe you could even share it with me. Leave me a comment below!