My sweet neighbor Marilyn knocked on my door Friday afternoon. As I opened the door the 3 boys and Kate barreled down the stairs to greet her. She looked at them and then me with Clara in my arms and said, "Natasha, you are so lucky! Look at them. You are so lucky!" It lifted my spirits. I needed that reminder.
After she left I thought how different I would have felt had she come in and said, "You have got your hands full!" or "Five kids! What were you thinking?" I'm sure I would have felt overwhelmed and crazy!
But instead, I felt lucky. And I am!
So when the going gets tough, I'm going to remember: I am lucky!
I'm also going to remember: Positive remarks can make or break someone's day.
Keep it positive. We're all lucky. Don't you think?
Would you believe these two darlings robbed me (and Brian) of sleep last night? Well, believe it!
Thankfully, joy cometh in the morning. (I read this talk last week as suggested by my father. When I was done reading I knew why he'd offered up the suggestion. It's helping me through this "transition". So, listen to your fathers.)