But I am learning that everyday is a gift, and as I keep that in mind it is easier to win the battles, to take every thought captive. Complaining is easy. I could probably do it in my sleep. Gratitude? Joy? Appreication? That is a choice. But like any habit, it gets easier the more I practice it.
I want my sons to grow up in a home that recognizes the blessings of everyday, but how can I impart those lessons unless I am learning them myself? So I will be thankful for the dishwasher to load or unload, the laundry that never ends, the meals that need to be cooked, the books to be read, the noses to wipe, the Play-doh to "decrust" off of every imaginable surface, the songs about frogs and trucks and Jesus and monkeys. Everyday. Every day.
(This is my first time joining the gypsy mama for 5 minute Friday - click the button for how it works.)