Today I was told that my blog is too positive. . . Ouch.
(Last week it was too serious, this week too positive.)
The person did not intend for the statement to be an insult and I laugh at how quickly the comment tapped into my insecurities. I find myself wanting to jump and protect my blog like its one of my children. Instead, I check myself. . .
. . . is it too positive?
I can see how one might feel that I write too positively. I suppose I could write about more of the tough moments of motherhood. Or I could write in greater detail about the challenges of my job. Or how the waves of grief come more often than others might know. Or perhaps I should write more about Charlie’s tantrums, Chanelle’s attitude, or my own meltdowns.
Honestly, though, such moments are just that. . . Moments. The real parts of my life that I want to pack away in my heart are the beautiful ones that really do happen every. single. day. And the way I see it is I get to choose where I focus my eyes.
So, today I fix my eyes on my handsome lunch date. A rare one-on-one time with my son. I picked him up from school and we walked hand-in-hand next door to grab a bite to eat. Scattered between sips of a vanilla milkshake and bites of chicken nuggets were the details of his morning at school. I listened while his stories trailed off into nothingness as his eyes were pulled in every direction by the people around us. Not my eyes, though, my eyes were on him. . .
And as we drove home we laughed as I tried to convince him that I am a Super Hero Mommy at night when he is sleeping. He wasn’t ready to buy it and demanded to see my cape and the eyes in the back of my head. I assured him, however, that I couldn’t or all of my power would be lost.
When we got home, Chanelle still had not returned from her adventure with Gran so we had more time. . . Charlie noticed Miss Nancy raking leaves and insisted on helping. Once again I am drawn into thankfulness as I watch others invest in and love our kids. You know the saying. . . “it takes a villiage. . . ” It really does and I am so thankful for our “village”.
When I experience moments like these I can’t help but be thankful. I look at this little boy and see that I’ve been given a gift. . . a gift that I treasure. I watch as his personality unfolds more and more every day and am astounded by the depth in his spirit. I can not imagine another place I would have wanted to be on this gorgeous afternoon.
When I was in high school I had a key chain that had the words “Attitude Is Everything” etched on it. . .I like that. I’m not trying to say that we should deny the challenging times or pretend that life is without difficulites. . . it is just that I see thankfulness as a choice. I have found that even in the most devastating of times I can usually find something for which I am thankful and it is these things that keep me moving forward.
Maybe the blog is too positive. It probably is. But when it comes down to it. . . I would much rather apologize for being too positive than for being too negative.
So today I am thankful for a special lunch date. . . how about you. . . what are you thankful for? Care to share?