I love Fridays, I love thank you notes, and I love Jimmy Fallon’s Thank You Notes, so, naturally, Friday here on my blog means:
Thank You Notes and Jimmy Fallon!
Jimmy did not share Thank You Notes last week, and I’m changing things up this week too.
I would love a Friday where I didn’t have to bring up pain, sadness or hate….
I’m just tired. I feel like it’s the same thing each week, more sadness. I’m trying to remain happy and positive and then something else happens. It’s hard. Unfair. Ugly. Sad. And as a mother of three children, scary. I’m raising my kids during these troubling times. My kids have only known a country at war. We have been orange and yellow, black and blue, and fueled with hostility.
And as much as I worry about these uncertain times I’m raising my kids in, I’m thankful I have them. These kids make me smile, laugh, and fill me with hope. I’ve been drowning myself in their laughter, their carefreeness, and jubilant spirits. They are my fountain, I’m drinking the Kool-aid, I want what they have. So, it’s days like today that I’m thankful that even though there are horrible hate-filled days, I have these kids to help lift my husband and I.
The other day ago I was a little grumpy. I’m not quite sure why, maybe it was all the news, crappy sleep, or just me. My youngest daughter wrote me a sweet little note (as she often does) that said: Momma, I’m sorry you’re not you’re happiest today. I will make you cookies. I love you so, so, so much. ? Instantly I was all better! I didn’t need cookies… love works just fine. ? I did get those cookies though, a few days later, but boy were they worth the wait! My girls make one helluva tag team in the kitchen. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Today’s prompt for #CreativeMomLife, hosted by @linkouture & I, is DRINK. ☕️ Coffee & Cookies ?
Tonight I’m thankful, that the five of us are fortunate to have each other to lean on. Thankful to hold hands and walk the Art Walk together and grab takeaway dinner, and watch Spartan races and enjoy each others’ company.
I’m just emotionally tired. Acceptance. Love. Kindness. Forgiveness. These are words we teach our kids, but are we truly teaching our kids that these words are more than words? We don’t all have to think the same, love the same, look the same, but if we could all accept the same that would be AWESOME. I know that’s a tall order, but I’m hopeful that we can teach the next generation to love & accept. It’s up to us.
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I think that’s where I’m going to leave this post. I’ll be back next week with Thank You Notes. I still would like to read yours! PLEASE share some good news with me.
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