I was sitting down yesterday, watching the olympics (again!) and it occurred to me that I wasn’t being bugged. I wasn’t being asked to play this game or build that duplo thing. My little boy was playing. On. His. Own.
I thought to myself, “when did that happen”? How long has he been able and happy to do that for before I noticed? Before I gave him credit for it? For years I’ve struggled and (occasionally!) moaned that I never have a minute to myself, that he always wants me. But actually now that isn’t the case.
And the question came to me. How often do difficult or challenging times end without us noticing? We’re really good at being aware of when they start and telling people about how hard it is, but do we properly acknowledge when they stop and celebrate it? If we don’t do this we have a false negative view of life, we forget the good stuff and only talk about the bad. I think life would be more enjoyable if we made more of the good things.
So. When I think about it, a lot of things I’ve complained about in the last weeks, months and years are actually no longer an issue…
– I have only had to get up to remove the boy from my bed once this week
– None of us have had antibiotics since before Christmas
– I don’t have to prompt for pleases and thankyous every time
– We don’t have a fight every mealtime
– Various things that have hurt my heart in recent times haven’t made me cry in months
Wow. That makes me feel happy and its not even the half of it!
How many things have you talked about struggling with or posted on facebook that are now issues of the past? Take a moment to list them, and I think you’ll be surprised at what good therapy it is.
Then when new difficult phases begin you’ll be more able to reassure yourself that most likely it won’t last forever and you will live to tell the tale!