Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Day 10: Blessed by Stress
Oh Happy Day! It's 9:00 pm and Mama is tired. I am just now sitting down to write my post for tomorrow after being at school all day, picking up my Dad to bring him to my home for supper, taking my son to football, eating dinner, cleaning up, doing my Dad's bills and checkbook for him (which I am solely responsible for since my Mom passed away last year), taking my Dad to pump gas in his car for him (81 and has never pumped gas!), then picking my son up from football, doing laundry, reading baggie books with my daughter.....
BUT, I am going to practice what I preach. I could get all whacked out stressed about how busy life can be, or, I can be grateful for the beautiful, blessed life that I have.
I decided to turn my stresses in to a list of blessings:
I get to pick my Dad up to bring him to my home for supper. I miss my Mom so much I can't put it into words. Someday I will miss him, too. He eats dinner most nights alone. It's a blessing that he can come to my home, play poker with my kids, and eat with us. I love sending leftovers home with him. He is the most grateful man I know.
I am blessed to have a son healthy enough to play football. I love watching him get excited and be part of a team. All of my children play sports and it makes them happy. That makes me happy. Someday they will all be grown and I won't have practices or games to take them to.
We have plenty of food to eat in my home. We can make dinner and have a nice kitchen to clean up afterwards. My sweet hubby makes more than half our meals and cleans up most of them. I am lucky to have him.
I can help my Dad pump gas...it means he can still drive and come and see us. Being responsible for his finances means I get to do what my Mom always used to do. I use her same checkbook cover that sat in her purse for years. I see her handwriting on the ledgers. I know she would be proud of me.
Laundry, let's see. A blessing? Yes. It means that my family can buy clothes and have our own washer and dryer to keep them clean. Many people don't.
Reading with my children. One of my great loves. I am blessed that my kids don't struggle with reading. I work with students with reading disabilities. I see how hard it is for them. I think about parents of these children and how helping them read can be so frustrating.
I could go on and on.....but want to go kiss my blessings good night.
How can you turn your daily little stresses into blessings?