I've been trying to feel more grateful for what I have. Not that I'm ungrateful. I am so thankful for everything I have - a wonderful husband, two healthy children who have two sets of still-married grandparents with associated aunts and uncles and cousins who generally all get along. And of course more material things than I need, but the family is the important stuff.
But still, when you're in the thick of being a parent to little kids (or in the thick of anything for that matter) it's hard to remember all of that.
And so this past week, when Clara was up at 3 am or 4 am or 5 am, (or sometimes all three) night after night, and she would only go back to sleep if she had her head on one of our shoulders, I just tried to remember: There will come a day when I would give an awful lot to have her right here where she is now.
And you know what, it worked.
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