Writing Positive Words is My Therapy
I suffer from days of depression, sadness, negative thoughts, self pity on occasion. I suffer…
I truly do love my life, I feel blessed to have three AMAZING children. I have a roof over our heads. I have been self employed for four years. I have amazing friends and while on my dating ventures I am meeting some more amazing people. I am truly blessed.
Sometimes it’s so difficult to realize what it is you are thankful for when it’s staring you in the face every day. Hidden blessings seem to be passing by me every day and yet I fail, at times, to notice them as blessings. When my two older kids, who normally are butting heads, sit down to play something together or walk down the driveway hand in hand; those are true happy moments, small blessings.
When my youngest stops from doing whatever hyper activity he is doing just to say “I love you Mama” that is a true moment worth savoring since more often than not his favorite saying is “I hate you” even though he seems to say it in the most sweet way, it’s still sad to hear him say that.
When my daughter comes home from being gone for two days and just wants to feel my arms around her in a big hug. NO words. Just a hug. That is a blessing. When my daughter doesn’t call me mean once a day, that is a blessing.
Even when my kids do the most crazy off the wall things – that is a blessing- because I know they are comfortable enough with me and in my home to be who they want to be, to test limits, to figure out who they are as individuals in a zone where they know Mama will love them always.
I have shown my kids unconditional love and they have shown me blessings in disguises one after another, every day. I love my life and it’s always nice to remember that the little things really count the most.