As I try to channel Chester Cheetah from the Cheetos commercials, I fully realize that I am truly a lucky person. I have a wonderful family, a roof over my head and plenty of food on my table. Really, I should have nothing to complain about. But it’s all relative right?
When some days come to a close, I sigh and wonder what I am going to be grateful about when I blog. And then I feel guilty for thinking that, because relatively speaking, depending on what you compare it to, I’ve got it made. But where does that thinking end? And let’s face it, we all have our days. Fortunately, I’m learning that it’s okay to be honest with myself. And I’m grateful for that.
Today, I ran from point A to point B (and back to point B and then A again so that I could get work done in between), more times than I could count. I didn’t feel like I got anything accomplished in as complete of a way as I would have liked. I continue to feel guilty about not spending enough time helping with my Mom and I feel like my kids are growing up so fast that I need to soak up every minute of it and teach them everything I can before they leave the nest. But days like today make me feel like I didn’t get to soak up any of it at all, because life got in the way.
Not to mention that tonight’s presidential debate just plain stressed me out. As a conflict-avoider down deep, these debates cause me angst no matter the outcome.
Much more importantly, today I worried about my oldest son who I am convinced is still having a hard time emotionally since his concussion last spring which kicked his butt and changed his life, athletically speaking, and consequently, self esteem-wise. I really think more research needs to be done about the link between concussions and depression, and everything in between. I swear he is not the same kid, emotionally speaking, and it breaks my heart. I’m trying everything I can think of and taking him to every kind of specialist I can think of, but my heart still knows he is far from himself. And this makes me sad, and tired on days like today.
On the flip side, my youngest son put on a heck of a show in his theater arts class at school this morning, and I was so very proud of him. I think he is truly an actor down deep in that body with a face that is a clone of mine. And I can tell it makes him truly happy to make others laugh. This is what I am most grateful for today.
And the fact that my family, near and far, is safe and sound tonight.
I’m also grateful, for you, my loyal readers, and your patience with the ups and downs of my blogging catharsis.