Complaint after complaint has filled my personal Facebook page. Sometimes, I have to talk myself out of deactivating for a while. A lot of good comes from Facebook too.
But the complaining. Sometimes, it’s too much.
Complaining because you don’t want to cook dinner? Really?
We received a letter from our sponsored child through Compassion last month. A letter that broke our hearts and gave us hope all rolled into one, written in a language we cannot read and then translated for us. Roger lives in the Dominican Republic. He thanked us for our family gift that we sent, which wasn’t much, but it was what we could give. He said that it allowed his mother to buy him a new shirt and a pair of pants.
A shirt and a pair of pants.
Do you get that!?
And personal products for his body, which I assume meant hygiene products that we take for granted every day- like soap.
And you want to whine because you don’t want to cook dinner?
Because you have refrigerator and cabinets full of food?
I understand, we all get tired and exhausted. We have hard days, but if all you have to complain about is that you don’t want to cook dinner for your healthy, clothed, taken-care-of family, then I’d say you are doing pretty damn good.
In full disclosure, I know that some of my feelings are coming from the fact that I haven’t been able to cook my own family dinner in over two weeks since I went down the slide and well, you know the rest of the story. I get that my feelings are coming from that, but you know what? I’m getting there and for now, I’m thankful for my family, my friends, and my amazing husband that hasn’t sat down since he came home. It’s 9:00PM as I’m typing this and he hasn’t sat down other than to shuck corn.
I’m certainly not complaining. I’m thankful for modern medicine, because if Roger had gone down that slide and ended up where I have? Well, he probably would not have gotten the care that I have.. and that makes me sad. So instead of complaining, I am grateful for recovery. I am grateful that I can share my recovery with y’all and on Facebook, even when FB drives me crazy.
Let’s be thankful together. Share your joy!
I invite you to leave a comment here with something you are thankful for. You can also hop over to the It’s Gravy, Baby! Facebook page and join in on the conversation or post on the wall there. I WANT to hear your good news and I want to celebrate with YOU!