“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more.
It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal
into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our
past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”
In the name of gratitude and truthfulness I’ve decided to post a little piece of reality here once a week. Likely just a single picture. See my original post here.
For his first 2.75 years, he was mama’s boy. This week for the first time he pushed me away when he was hurt; he asked for daddy when I tried to help; he announced, “Not you! Daddy do it!” over and over. I know I didn’t do anything wrong, I know I’m not the centre of his world, I know that it’s healthy and part of growing up. I’d like to think I am a bigger person knowing what I do. I’m not. It stings. I feel a little shattered.
But I’m getting over it because that’s growing up. And we’re all doing it (even me).
(Really, I am fine. He let me read his story AND tuck him into bed tonight. I am grateful.)
If you’d like to join in with a reality check of your own, please add a link or note in the comments!