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Feeling It Gratitude...

I have to admit I've been a bit of a gratitude faker in the past.  I've written lists of things I'm grateful for that I might not have actually really felt grateful for at the time, but thought they looked good on the list.  So, tonight I thought I'd write a list of things that really touch my heart or uplift me, not because they should, just because they do.

  • I am grateful for Facebook.  Yes, I'm am truly grateful that someone out there created a social media called Facebook, which allows me to keep up with what is going on in the lives of people I don't get to see very often.  Most particularly those family members I never get to see.  Whether they live in Iceland or Queensland, or New South Wales, I can read their status update and view their photos and feel like they're not complete strangers to me.  I feel like I've gotten to know cousins I've never even met in real life.  I can share jokes with Aunties (in particular) who I haven't seen in years and who I miss the company of because "once upon a time" we used to live in each others pockets but time and distance have wedged their way in, and except for Facebook I think I may have lost touch with these people altogether.  So, I'm grateful for the existence of Facebook and it facilitating a sense of extended family for me.
  • I'm grateful to the people who take the time to read and "like" and comment on the things I post on Facebook and Twitter and my blog.  Those people will never know just how much they positively impact my day.  I know there is a lot of criticism about social networking sites and people leading their social lives almost exclusively via the synthetic community on the interwebz, but sometimes it really is the best some people can do, and so I'm grateful to the people who take the time to acknowledge my existence and even encourage me when I'm struggling or celebrate with me when I'm happy.
  • I am grateful that time passes and with it pass those times that are tough.  I know this means that good times pass as well, but I'm more than happy to accept that if it means that bad times pass in equal measure.  
  • I am grateful that my mum and I get along as well as we do now.  That I can call her and talk to her as a friend and a peer.  I am truly grateful for this because we didn't have an ideal mother-daughter relationship when I was growing up and she wasn't a perfect mum who was always patient and positive and made everything from scratch, and neither am I, but something in our relationship was forged strong enough to overcome the hard times and the hurt, which gives me immense hope for the my relationship with my children when they are adults.  Despite not being the mum I often feel I should be, I have hope that we will still be close when my sons are grown men, because my mother and I are close now that I'm a grown woman.
  • I am grateful for my husband.  We weren't each other's first love, and we didn't fall head over heels in love at the start, but in a few weeks we'll be celebrating our 14th anniversary of being together and our 12th anniversary of marriage and if anything we've grown closer over the years.  We somehow manage to defy all the odds when it comes to "the things that make a relationship last" and keep going.  I am grateful that we have the same level of commitment to one another and to making our relationship work, not matter what hardships we face.
  • I am grateful that my dream to have many children came to fruition.  I have four beautiful, unique boys who drive me crazy half the time, but fill me with awe all the time.  Some days I wish I could run away and hide in a very quiet corner of the world, but whenever I'm away from them, I feel like half of me is missing.  I am grateful that I get to wake up every morning knowing they are in my life.
  • I am grateful for my prep teacher in Whyalla who recognised that I was bored at school at the age of five, and took it upon herself to extend me by giving me a special writing project to do while the other children in the class learned to read and write their ABCs.  She was the only teacher during my primary and secondary school years to recognise my disruptive behaviour for what it was and not just try to make me conform and sit still.  It only took ONE such teacher to show me I had a talent worth developing, and I credit all my later academic achievements to her positive attitude.  
  • I'm grateful for my bed, which I'm about to climb into.

Good night!

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