I apologize for spamming everyone with my getting caught up on my November Days of Gratitude... But bringing me current is this.... And its going to read like one of those repost for just an hour, should anyone care to even read the novel..... Day 25 of Gratitude: Im crazy grateful for having a son who was at one point and time challenging, but always the joy and always the love of my life... At birth and for his first year of life, I am grateful for having a heart so full of unconditional love that I was clear I would give up my life if necessary to protect him. Im grateful for year two... his adoration for his newborn sister Lanee... his love and worry and concern for her even then... And Im grateful for Kristy Johnson Berdice, who helped me through many of those days of being a single mom working until 2 am, and getting up to children at 5 am. Im grateful for him at age three, explaining to Twit - Terry Zylka and I the proper way to tie a shoe, teaching me perspective and how to see situations through someone elses eyes. Im grateful for him at age four, showing me that its really possible for a little being to so absorb the world around him, feeling everything... and being clear for me that it was altogether too hot and too electric for him to handle... he needed something different. Im grateful for him at ages five through ten, teaching me how important it was to be present to another being - meeting another where he is, and loving him right there on the mat, giving all... leaving nothing inside... putting it all out there. Im grateful for him at age eleven - saying what was on his mind when others would have held back. The example we giggled about tonight was when hed gotten a new classroom violin teacher. She cared very much about the outcome of the students skills and less about the enjoyment of learning. This was very different from the teaching style from the teacher the year before, who wanted the kids to learn and develop a passion for music. One day, she became frustrated by the kids playing and told them they hadnt learned anything the year before.... my son spoke up and (while seemingly disrespectful at the time) told her that it was no longer FUN to play the violin. That all shed done was tell them what they didnt know - and what they were doing poorly. And that shed worn down their interest to learn. The teacher called me that night, to tell me about how insulting my childs comments were, but then a week later, she called me again to tell me that it was the best perspective shed ever gotten from a child - to care more about the process and less about the outcome. Im grateful for every minute and every year in between to now, with the same lesson being taught to me (by him) in a situation our family is going through now... My amazing, insightful, profound, wonderful son reminds me to just love for today... enjoy for today... doing so might just change tomorrow.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 03:22:10 +0000
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