My mom has always had an attitude of gratitude based on the old adage, "It could always be worse." I never liked that saying. It seemed like a crummy way of being grateful. "I'm glad I'm only 20 pounds overweight instead of 200...I'm glad I'm staying in this nasty hotel instead of sleeping on the streets", etc. etc. In fact, I think there is even an email that circulates every year around this time spreading that same type of message. I prefer to just be thankful.
However, this year, when I look at my son, I can't help but think of that saying. As much as I dislike it, I find myself adopting it as my motto...although I vow it will be for this Thanksgiving only! :)
I'm thankful that I'm struggling to keep my son calm rather than struggling to get him walking.
I'm thankful that he's whiney because it means he can still talk.
I'm thankful he's irritable because it means his brain is comprehending his feelings.
I'm thankful I'm being pushed to the very corner of the bed because it means he can roll around now.
One thing I'm so thankful for this year that has nothing to do with that pessimistic saying is the love and support we have received from all of our friends and family through this difficult time. It has been amazing, and for that I feel blessed...with no strings attached!