In which our Lady is Sincerely Grateful.
Facebook has people who go all through the month of November and up until Turkey Day with incredible gratitude. Every day they post something for which they are thankful. I’d like to think that I have at least as much to be thankful for as them, but I am unwilling to get on Facebook every day. So, although I could give you a list of exactly 22 one-liners, I will here do something a little different. By the way, I mean no disrespect for those admirable facebookers who…one-line. After all, they are my inspiration today. Okay, so here goes:
Thanks to all the people that are constantly thinking of me and helping me out. You know who you are and FYI I hope to get actual Thank-you cards mailed out someday. Meanwhile I will shout my gratitude out to the universe.
There are those who support me physically—thank you for making me food and providing the occasional child care. These people drive both me and my child places when I cannot. They open cans and tie knots when my hands get all weak and shaky. They teach my child and nurture her when I am weary—just so weary of doing it all. There are so many of these supporters. The best word to describe them is simply this: they are GOOD. (As in “God created the world and it was good….”)
We move then to the emotional/mental/spiritual support. There are those who share various parts of my malady and who are open with me about what they are going through. Because of their empathy and candidness I learn from them. Many are those who lead by example in addition to actually guiding me into spiritually uplifting situations when I can’t seem to find true north. There are those who listen to me when I’m down, and who deal with my insanities while never making me feel dumb. I know I’m not driving at full throttle (is this even a commonly-used phrase?), but people are mostly kind to me about that. I realize that I often exhibit stupidity/slowness/incompetence/Valley-girl brainlessness. It can be really humiliating when I am the object of a joke that I don’t even fully understand. I tell you now that KINDNESS is a priceless gift.
As I read back over what I have just written, I realize that my husband exhibits all of the goodness and kindness addressed here, in all its finite detail. You know, when I was lookin’ for a man back at good ol’ BYU, I picked out kindness as one of the top three qualities on my I-could-date-this-guy list. And so, finally, I come to another point of gratitude, I am so glad I found Jon.