Yesterday, I almost turned into a monster. A much scarier monster than those two who left snowballs in my freezer. I was on the brink, but I pulled away. I’m grateful I was able to do that.
I’m grateful, as well, for those two little monsters and their brotherhood. I’m grateful that they love to play together, that their personalities complement each other, that I get to listen to them laughing and talking and telling stories and teaching each other long after they are supposed to be sleeping.
I’m grateful that I can chase those brothers down and take them where they need to go. I’m grateful for my legs that get me there. I’m grateful that my legs chase down the blues as well, and take me to happier, sunnier states of being.
I’m grateful, as I said before, for the sun. That it comes up a little earlier now, and that I’ve been able to take advantage of that twice. Two morning runs in one week! I feel . . . tired. But also encouraged and hopeful.
I’m grateful that Little Miss did not wake me up last night. She often does, not because she needs to eat, but because her hands have made their way to her mouth and she is sucking on them. Loudly. I’m grateful for those noises that she makes: the sucking and smacking and cooing and, yes, crying – even when they wake me up. But my favorite one is the laughing. I’m grateful that she’s starting to do that more. Hearing my kids laugh is one of my favorite parts of being a mom.
I’m grateful that being a mom has brought me into groups of wonderful women who are also wonderful moms. They teach me much and mother my children in ways that I’m not as good at. I’m grateful that their children are happy to have spontaneous playdates with my children. Even in the middle of the sidewalk.
I’m grateful for those sidewalks. The ones we walk down often on the way to our friends’ houses, or the grocery store, or the library. I’m grateful for this neighborhood that we live in. It’s not perfect. Not even close. Not even close to being close. But it’s trying. It’s getting better.
I’m trying too. I’m trying to be better mother who doesn’t get so close to turning into a monster. A better wife, a better writer, a better friend, a better person. I’m grateful that I can.