Gratitude Through Gritted Teeth — Abby Off the Record

Gratitude Through Gritted Teeth

by Abby on January 14, 2013

Flower growing out of a rockSaturday, 6:05am: “I throwed up, Mommy!” Not how I envisioned my weekend starting. On the bright side, at least he’d made it past the rug to the hardwood floor. Also? Daddy was home for backup. Things could always be worse.

Plans for our trip to the zoo were scrapped. Old towels and bowls to puke in were procured. The TV went on and stayed on. And the day dragged on…and on…and on.

My husband and I tag-teamed the weekend errands. I’ll take back the library books, you run to the bank. I’ll go get groceries, you throw in a load of laundry. I’ll take this one, you stay home with that one. I had the thought I’ve had so many times before: some weeks, there is no difference between weekdays and weekends for me. Was it Tuesday? Was it Saturday? Who knows? And does it make any difference? Parenting is a 24/7 gig. This is life; best get on with it.

Around 3pm or so, I had to get out of the house. I popped in my earbuds and headed outside for a long walk. Feet pounding the pavement, lungs inhaling the cool, fresh air. Walking and thinking, thinking and walking.

And what I thought was this: At least my kids aren’t chronically ill. I’ll take a stomach bug over months of hospitalization any day. At least I have a supportive husband who’s right there in the trenches with me. At least it’s a weekend so there are two of us home to help out. At least I didn’t get sick, too. (Yet.) Because moms don’t get sick days. Not really.

I thought about all those things I’ve read about positive thinking and happiness being a practice, a process. You choose your thoughts just like you choose to exercise. I could wallow in the woe-is-me’s on the couch, or I could force myself to think grateful thoughts as I forced myself to hike up that steep hill. I gritted my teeth and chose gratitude. It’s not easy, not today, but let’s give it a whirl.

As I rounded the corner of my street 40 min. later, I saw a package on the step. A case of honeybells, delectable citrus fruit sent from Florida by a beloved aunt. The mailbox held a funny card from my mom, a much-needed check, a new issue of O magazine. And I thought: Wow. This gratitude stuff works.

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Rebecca Einstein Schorr January 14, 2013 at 9:19 am

Hoping everyone is keeping down food and on the mend.

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jetts31 January 17, 2013 at 11:39 pm

I have been elected to be the Vomit Czar in my house. Its a thankless job. It does make life easier though when you have back up. Kudos to each of you guys for letting the other out of the house for minor respites too.

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