If only I had…..
I think at one point in life most of us has said this about something, or more realistically, multiple times?
It can be hard to be content with what I have. I admit it. I’m just going to be personal here. Talking in third person gets old and stilted and doesn’t flow so easy for me so let’s be real. It’s hard.
My husband works 48+ hours a week, commuting 45 minutes – 1 hour, 5 days a week. Not so fun for a family that thrives on family time. But I am choosing to not focus on those hours. It’s hard for us. It really is. Occasionally he gets umpteen million calls from me in one day just because it is hard for me. I’m grateful – grateful he doesn’t travel for work, grateful we have excellent health insurance. grateful we have a second vehicle, grateful he HAS a job – a job he enjoys.
We live in a small house. 954 square feet of house for a family with 3 growing children, space needed for homeschooling, space needed for all my kitchen gadgets since we cook/bake so much from scratch…it isn’t much space. I choose to be grateful that we have an affordable home, that we have good landlords.
We live 30-45 minutes away from most everything we do – church, both our work, my family (my babysitters). It’s hard. It’s really hard to travel all the time. It gets old having to leave for everything super early and losing time in the day with driving. It sucks to have really late nights because it isn’t so easy as a few minute ride home. I choose to be grateful for time spent with friends, I choose to be grateful for family closer than 6 hours away, I choose to be glad my car runs pretty well. I choose to be really really grateful for the radio, loud music, and the dvd player in the car.
It can be hard to have a kid with food allergies and another with asthma. The asthma – THAT can be really really really hard, especially this time of year when he feels such a mess he is miserable. I choose to be grateful that my kids are more healthy than not. I choose to be grateful that they have manageable health issues, not life threatening illnesses. I choose to be grateful that they can yell and whine and fight rather than be deaf, mute, or blind.
No matter where I am it can be hard. It can be really hard to be me, but I choose to be grateful. I choose to see my blessings and move past the “hard”. The only thing stopping me is me.