First let me say that I've just read this post written by MckMama. And it made me cry. (She is a great blogger! If you don't follow her - start today and you will not regret it!) And it made me think. Wow, what a complainer I have been this week. It has been a rough one. Busy and stressful at work, a fussy baby at home, blah....blah...blah. So I've basically been throwing a week long pity party. Why can't I just get ahead for once? Why can't things just go right? Why can't people just do their work and quit putting it off on me? Why can't Avery just quit whining?
Completely forgetting the miracles. Not stopping to give him thanks. What a shame.
Since I'm writing this post, I guess I'll speak for myself. I'm so quick to talk about something that's not going right. So quick to gripe about something at work. So quick to tell Charlie that Avery has done nothing but whine all evening. But when I'm surprised by joy, am I quick to share? When things are going right at work, am I thankful? Am I quick to tell my coworkers that I'm having a great day? Am I thankful to have a job in the first place? Shame, shame, shame on me.
533 days ago, I walked into a sonogram. Not necessarily nervous, probably a little bit though (considering my past). 5 seconds after the technician started, I was nervous. I knew immediately something was wrong, I had paid for the 4D and she wasn't even showing me! Blood flow and bone length? BORING! I want to see her face! And shortly after, I did see her face. Her tiny little face, as I laid on the operating table. I was surprised by joy, just like MckMama.
What made this pregnancy different from the last? How did she make it for 31 weeks? How did she make it for the 4 weeks without growing at all inside of me? I cannot imagine the alternative, I cannot bear to think of it. I have been blessed with the most amazing gift I could ever receive. How can I complain? How can I not celebrate every day? How can I not count it all joy? This tiny baby came into our lives 533 days ago and has done nothing but amaze us ever since. How dare I not count every single second all joy?