I am blessed.
I am blessed to see my grandchild’s smile every day.
I am blessed to give her hugs and to receive her hugs and kisses.
I am blessed to be able to watch as she explores her world and absorbs ideas and knowledge.
I am blessed to hold her tightly when she gets hurt or scared and make her feel safe and loved.
I am blessed to share moments of play and of work with her.
I am blessed to read stories to her.
I am blessed to hear her ideas, theories and observations about the world; she has amazing insights that refresh my thoughts and views.
I am blessed to see her grow and be healthy.
I am blessed to tuck her safely into bed every night.
I am so very blessed.
What a wonderful difference a bit of friendship makes when a person is down. After dealing with illness in our family for several weeks, I was tired, down-hearted and tired. (Did I mention that I was quite tired???)
A friend who I had seen little of recently, due to family commitments on both our sides, called me out of the blue and asked to come visit for a couple of days. I warned her about the colds and chaos in our home but she was willing to come anyway.
What a lift it was to see her again. We talked and talked. We reconnected. She brought groceries and helped prepare meals. She did some cleaning and babysitting.
It was an amazing gift to me. I desperately needed the help but even more-so, I needed the TLC.
I remember an acquaintance telling me about when her children were small. She had five little ones and was struggling to keep up with meals, chores and refereeing. She said she was so grateful when a friend would come to visit and grab the laundry basket as they chatted and fold clothes. The camaraderie was great…the hands-on help doubly great.
Sure, I’m still dealing with the cold and fatigue, but this special friend has given me a much-needed dose of love and laughter. I can’t thank her enough.
It is going on six weeks and we are still passing a nasty cold bug back and forth. We are up at night, either so stuffed up ourselves that we can’t sleep or dealing with a child who is coughing and sneezing. Often both.
It is hard not to get discouraged. We are so tired. So tired of being sick and tired.
Judging by the number of kids with runny noses at the daycare, there isn’t a light at the end of the tunnel.
I feel old. Endless, sleepless nights are wearing me down.
Maybe spring will bring us some relief.
I have been a bad blogger. I know it has been a while since I wrote. But I have an excuse. (I guess all procrastinating bloggers do) .
Since Christmas we have all had the flu and colds. Six weeks of feeling sick. It is bad enough when one of us is ill. But to try to cope with a sick youngster when you can barely crawl out of bed yourself is not cool.
This happened to us 25 years ago. I remember because our daughter was 3 at the time. My husband and I both came down with the flu. The big difference is that we could call my mom and she was able to take the kids for a day. That, and we were 25 years younger at the time.
This year, we were on our own. We basically worked in shifts – whoever could get out of bed looked after things. Not a pleasant way to get through a week.
We survived though. What choice did we have?
I admire single moms so much. How do they do it? Coping day-to-day must be a huge struggle. And then, when illness hits, how do they manage???