Article two of the "When Kids Die" series
Gratitude comforts me as I sleep each night, and lifts me as I rise. For the most part, this is true of my new life, despite that it does not include my late son. Sappy--but true. It wasn't always this way...
Long about two years ago, I decided it wouldn't hurt to pick and choose a few things I could think "grateful thoughts" about. After all, by then my life had stabilized, good things and people were appearing. Heaven knows there was always others who had it worse by comparison, so why not show some thankfulness?
Though, I'll admit--it was a tough expectation, indeed, to find gratitude after loss. The two just didn't seem to go together. In fact, true, deep gratitude never made a re-appearance in my life until a year or two ago--but when it came, it came in epic proportions.
My attitude adjustment started by referring to myself as "Teflon woman." After what I'd been through--nothing could hurt me...nothing could stick, not any more.
It was a most freeing realization that no matter what else happened in my life, I could never, ever, have a worse day than that. I could safely say that that one was behind me. How many people can start every day knowing it will be fabulous? It has to be--right?
Although I do not approve of the event which brought me to deep gratitude, I found it to be a great way to start the day. I am thankful for love & laughter, friends & family. These are the things I envelope myself in; the small pleasures we find when we are willing to see.
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