I have recently decided to embark on a journey in which I hope to re-learn how to appreciate the good in every day, even when it's really difficult to see. To add a little backstory behind what led me to this decision, I will explain who I used to be. Growing up, I was always "that person" who could pick out the good in anyone or any situation. I constantly encouraged others to see the positive in things, and even though I had bad days, I tried to never have bad weeks or bad months. Well, recently, I've had a few bad years. The hits kept coming, so to speak, and my positivity has gotten incredibly worn down in the process. Finally, after yet another series of unfortunate events (not quite the Lemony Snicket kind, but unfortunate nonetheless), I decided that enough was enough. I am a wife and a mother, two titles that mean the absolute world to me, and I fully acknowledge that those two people who count on me and lean on me deserve more than negativity. I am absolutely tired of my bad attitude, so I can only imagine how the people around me feel! Because I do stay busy with my family and my studies, I may not update this blog every single day, but I intend to somehow otherwise jot down my thoughts and feelings in between postings and make sure that I account for each and every day between today and 365 days from now. I will probably repeat some things, as some things in my life likely warrant extra recognition, but I will try to keep my focus on finding different things to be thankful for, both big and small. I encourage anyone reading this to hold me accountable, and to find your own moments of thankfulness in each day. Take this journey with me! It's sure to be one heck of a ride. :)
Day 1 (December 01, 2012): I am thankful for people who go out of their way to make my son happy.
Today has been one of those days when I feel particularly mopey and pitiful, so it has been hard to truly be thankful for anything. So, I decided to focus on the little things. I am thankful today for people who make my son smile. There was a man today at our local Wal-Mart, ringing the bell for the Salvation Army, as my son and I went in to get groceries. The man was obviously mentally disabled to some degree, but was still very functional and singing Christmas carols at the top of his lungs as he handed carts to incoming patrons. My heart cringed as I watched other customers snicker and roll their eyes, but then I looked down at my young son, who was loving every single minute of this man's festivities. The man said "Hi" to him and handed us a cart and continued singing on, and my little man laughed and smiled and spent the next 5 or 10 minutes trying to mimic the words the man had been singing back in his own version of the song ("Rudolph," for those who might have heard the tune). It has been said that nothing can make a mother's heart soar quite like the happiness of her child, and I completely agree. Being able to make him happy is a gift, but watching a complete stranger make him smile and laugh is truly something to be thankful for.
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