I’ve been seeing loads of gratitude come through my Facebook feed this month. A large number of my friends are posting daily declarations of what they are grateful for. I haven’t jumped on this particular bandwagon, though. It pains me to admit it, but I didn’t want the added stress of wracking my brain to find something for which I am grateful. It’s not that I don’t count my blessings; my 2012 Word of the Year is grateful and I do write about it on occasion. I just couldn’t handle a daily mind search, and the guilt that would accompany a increasingly difficult hunt.
But this week I have been grateful for everything in my life. On Monday I learned that a young man in our homeschool coop collapsed and passed away the day before. I knew this boy a bit, only 14, as he was in a class with my son and in a class in which I assisted. Sweet, sensitive, kind, a calming presence. My son and I have been reeling since hearing the news, and our next coop meeting (today, and the last day of the session at that) is bound to be challenging. A homeschool coop of intense, gifted kids, full of every over-excitability imaginable…challenging may be an understatement.
My priorities and blessings rushed to the forefront this week. I am unimaginably blessed, even as I am challenged far beyond what I consider reasonable. I don’t need to list them all here, as I’m sure you can imagine the gratitude list that suddenly filled every surface of my mind. I am guilty of getting caught up in the minutiae of my daily life and forgetting that, when all is said and done, I’m one hell of a blessed and lucky woman. Something I need to remember a little more often.
And go hug your kids for me. I’d be grateful if you did.