Today I am thankful that a year and a half ago when we painted the inside of the house we chose a semi-gloss finish so that it would be easier to clean.  If the walls weren’t semi-gloss today, then the three packs of chocolate pudding that exploded in the entryway would have been a much bigger mess to clean up.  As is, the globs of chocolate pudding wiped up surprisingly easily from the walls and the baseboards.  Thankful.  Yes, that’s it.

Today I’m thankful for the smile that crossed my face as I heard the strong edict come from Paul’s mouth:  “New house rule:  Never stand on a tower of pudding packs.”  Yes, I’m thankful for new house rules that I never thought I would need to have for my family.

Today I am thankful that my daughter is strong and healthy.  And that Paul and I and Zippy together are stronger.  If the three of us together were not stronger than Chloe, then we would not have successfully gotten the 4 antibiotic drops into Chloe’s right ear this morning.  Thus, her inner-ear infection would not be on the mend this morning.  Thankful.  Yes.

Yesterday I was thankful that I am not the receptionist at the pediatrician’s office.  Since I am not the receptionist, I was not the one being yelled at by a dad who had waited twenty minutes past his appointment time.  I would not have been able to avert my eyes and shield my children as the dad spoke very loudly and angrily.  But had I been the receptionist I would not have had to ride the elevator with the angry dad a little bit later (steam still blowing from the guy’s ears), and Chloe in her not-so-graceful-nor-perfectly-balanced way would not have bonked into him and sent me apologizing and begging for mercy from this large and angry man.  (But perhaps a sweet and tiny disabled child catching her balance on him was exactly what the guy needed because I watched as the large angry dad transformed into a melting marshmallow right there in the elevator as he insisted that she was just fine — a transformation to be thankful for, for sure.)

Yesterday I was thankful that my boys were cracking each other up all afternoon.  They got along beautifully and brought joy to each other, to me and to everyone who heard them.  I was thankful that I had to shhhhh! them at the doctor when they were so happy with each other instead of having to shhhhh! them for arguing or complaining about each other.  I was thankful for the blessing of my children.

And yesterday I was thankful that Zippy didn’t have math homework.  I was thrilled that his math teacher decided to give them a night off since this silly week is only 2 days long.  My heart was glad.  For the record, my heart would have been gladder than glad if his reading teacher had made the same decision and if we didn’t have to redo a math paper that Zip had scored a 20 on.  But I refuse to let those two things dampen my thankfulness for a night off of math homework.

I am truly thankful.  I am thankful for a precious family that is exactly what I need for them to be.  I am thankful for grace and forgiveness.  I am thankful for music and laughter.  I am thankful for friends who love me.  I am thankful for the roof over my head and the wheels that I drive.  I am thankful for the sunshine and for the full moon that was out during the day yesterday.  I am thankful for a God who controls it all.

I pray today that you are reminded of things to be thankful for.  Many Thanksgiving blessings to you and to yours.


9 responses to this post.

  1. I am thankful to have a wonderful new friend! You make me smile with your posts!


  2. You know you and Chloe were in the elevator to help that Dad regain his perspective, right? You know that you do that for many people…and for that, I am grateful. Hugs to you and all the family!


  3. This post is awesome!!


  4. Posted by Liesl on December 3, 2010 at 7:33 PM

    I have to agree with Sandra, you 100% help change people’s perspectives. It’s a true gift no doubt!!! I was thinking about that semi gloss paint. Did you use it in Chloe’s bedroom? Was it there when she got into the Desitin?


    • Liesl, you bring up a painful memory . . . 😉 No, it was not there for the Desitin episode. Wonder what difference it might have made.


      • Actually, Liesl, I was not remembering really having to wash Desitin off of the wall at all — just the mirror and the carpet and the toys and Chloe. So I just looked back at that post, and sure enough there is none on the walls, but the episode DID happen after we painted. She’s sitting in front of her yellow painted wall. . . . 🙂

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