Lucky

Sometimes I forget how blessed I truly am.  I’m sitting here on mothers day thinking about the things in my life that I would like changed.  Things I wish would go differently or things that I don’t think are fair.  Petty things that overall have little effect on the outcome of my life and how I turn out as a person.

I’m sitting here doing all of this and a thought popped in my head.  I am lucky.  I am lucky to have people who love and care for me. I am lucky to have friends that have my back, even when I put up the biggest fights about it. I am lucky to have  people in my life that want the best for me even when I keep failing over and over.

Recently, 2 people that are very significant in my life lost a parent, one their mom and one their dad.  I sat and watched as their lives literally fell apart. And now it’s mothers day, and soon fathers day will be here.  And I’m sitting here wishing that I did’t have to do biology make up work while they have to face that the person in their life they loved more than ever is gone. 

I say this everyday that I am not nearly thankful enough for what I have.  You might think I would learn my lesson eventually but aparently I don’t because I am being constantly reminded that I am doing a horrible job at being thankful.