Scatter Sunshine

Tis the season to be thankful.  Have you ever thought of all the things there are in this life to be thankful for?  Is that hard to do?  I find that when things are going well, it’s easy to see the blessings.  The goodness in life. 

When things are tough. . . it’s different.  When dark times of trouble hang over us, often times, that’s is what we see. Darkness.  The sun doesn’t shine as bright, and if it does, it is only a nuisance which wakes us from the sleep that is protecting us from the darkness.  Laughter becomes annoying, fulfilling basic needs becomes bothersome, and the last thing on your mind is recognizing the things you are thankful for.

But when life is filled with darkness, being thankful is imperative.  Difficult yes, but imperative, absolutely.

Have you ever thought of being thankful for your trial itself.  Why?  How would that be a benefit?  Well, what are you learning?  Upon who are you leaning?  How has your perspective changed? 

Are those things you can be thankful for?  If not can they become things that you can be thankful for? 

Being thankful is imperative, making a sincere conscious effort to recognize life’s blessings may just make the sun shine brighter, in a good way.  Laughter may sound joyous again, and perhaps fulfilling those basic needs may be a privilege.

What are you thankful for?

So, my middle child is in preschool.  Preschool is a wonderful thing.  Lots of playing, painting, and parties.  Luckily, thanks to my son’s wonderful teacher, there is also learning encorporated into all of the aforementioned pleasures. 

She has started a new system during the last hour of class in which she incorporates center rotations.  She has asked for parent volunteers to help with the centers. 

I told her I would be happy to help, and I was.

Things went smoothly, the class was well behaved, their art projects were a smashing success, and I walked away happy.  As I loaded my son into his booster seat, he told me (with his adorable lisp and inability to say l’s, or r’s),

“Mommy, I thtiww (still) wuv you, but I never want you to come to my prethkool (preschool) ever again, and thith time I mean it!”

He said it with such passion that I nearly peed my pants.  I had hardly interacted with him as “my son” so I was quite surprised with is reaction to my visit.

I informed him that I had already volunteered to help again the following Monday during their Thanksgiving party so he was out of luck.

After a little contemplation, he came up with a solution, “Weww, (well) you can pretend to be Kam’th mother then.”

At least he still loves me right?