Having a heart of gratitude always depends on how you choose to see.
Because even in the darkest moments, there is still something to be thankful for.
When you roll out of bed, long before the sun comes up, you’re thankful for the sounds coming from the crib.
Squeals of joy. Mama falling from his lips. A face that lights up when he sees you, having forgotten the ways you might have failed the previous day.
It’s 6 a.m. You start the daily routine.
As you change his diaper, trying to decide what’s for breakfast, it dawns on you.
Through the eyes of a child we find magic in the mundane.
Joy in the dark morning hours, not dread for the new day.
The rain outside isn’t dreary and cold. It brought puddles for splashing.
And another day cooped up in the house means more time to invest, trucks to play with, and tickles between a mother and her son.
Today I’m linking up with Lisa Jo for Five Minute Friday. You can join the fun here.
A great reminder, Jennifer. I’m stopping by from Five Minute Friday today.
Blessings,
Heidi
Wow! I dread those early morning hours a lot and I often miss out on the blessing that come with the sunrise. So often I see baskets piled high with laundry and another day filled with diapers to change and noses to wipe. But you are right, to a child each day can be magic, especially if we’re willing to join them. Thanks for the reminder.