The alternative title to this post was "Why I almost slapped my daughter." If you had been there, you would surely understand my temptation. (That’s why parenting is not for wimps.) It was the very next day after we got back from our trip to Paris and London, and this teenage child, who shall remain unnamed for right now, had a minor meltdown from overwhelm and began this rant that included the phrase, "I hate my life!" Wow.
Fortunately for her, and for me, I had succumbed to some virus that rendered me completely mute for 48 hours. So I was unable to rant back at her, and frankly I was stunned with her reaction. That was only because this manifestation of ingratitude mirrors my own, only I am training myself not to be grateful, but to be insanely grateful, because life is not fair and I am one of the lucky ones. But with any sort of training, some days are better than others.
Gratitude is the only path to lasting happiness that I’ve seen and I wonder if people who grew up in golden nests have more difficulty than others with this practice. I can clearly remember thinking what an aggravation it would be if I had to swim at the country club pool, when the pool at our home was so much nicer…and private.
Do you ever blush at the memory of your own ingratitude?
These are the kinds of things that trigger my own brattish thoughts and resultant bad feelings:
– Being tired. (Not that I know what it’s like to work in manual labor for 40 hours in a week.)
– Feeling unappreciated. (Not that I don’t know that my family and friends cherish me.)
– Feeling afraid there won’t be enough money. (Not that I don’t have savings.)
– Fearing my health insurance is insufficient. (Not that I don’t recognize my own robust health.)
– Thinking that my business isn’t growing fast enough. (Whatever that means.)
– Thinking THEY have it better than I do. (As if I had a clue to what is going on in their lives.)
– Seeing what a mess my house is in. (Not that I know what it’s like not to have a nice home.)
– Seeing my credit card bill. (As if I weren’t capable of taking care of myself.)
I don’t know why it’s so easy for me to forget that….
I live in the country of the land of opportunity and speak the language with ease.
My parents never doubted for an instant my talent, brilliance and resourcefulness.
My mother, in particular, never worried about conforming to societal norms of the era. She totally encouraged my curiosity, my courage and my creativity.
My health is insanely robust.
My kids are all turning out incredibly healthy, happy and strong (not to mention exceptionally good looking.)
I own a personal library of resources that can get me through anything.
I live in the country where the poor struggle, not with starvation, but with obesity.
I live in the land where anything is possible.
I live in the most beautiful part of this incredible country.
I live in my own home (well, mine and the bank’s.)
I can see well with my glasses on, my limbs all work without troubles.
I speak languages other than English.
My work with ECEW is highly appreciated.
We have a dog.
I’ve been able to work closely with 3 of the best coaches in this world.
Writing a blog is free.
There is a public library about 2 miles from my house.
My husband cooks.
My car has never ever given me a lick of trouble in the 10 years I’ve owned it.
I get to work with insanely creative and talented clients who trust me.
What is it that you tend to forget? Anything?