It's impossible to count your blessings.
One of my duties after camp is to drive to one of our bus's drop-off sites to make sure the one kid that is picked up from that site makes it to his parental unit safely. So, quite literally, I drive 20 minutes to watch Samuel walk from Point A, to Point B, and then drive back.
Then I say, "Why?" shrug, shake my head, then consider myself blessed regardless and drive on back.
Today, as I watched the kid scamper off to his mom (who is always early) and began to feel my impatience flutter like a tiny dragon eating any stomach butterflies I could ever possess, I decided to try out that good ol' saying, "Count your blessings."
As I actually attempted to do so, I realized that there was no way I was going to find an end. Once I was up to my point in the route to which I must dodge construction (and the road workers that come along with it), I had lost count completely.
Funny, how testing out such a simple, age-old idea can improve your outlook so easily.
One of my duties after camp is to drive to one of our bus's drop-off sites to make sure the one kid that is picked up from that site makes it to his parental unit safely. So, quite literally, I drive 20 minutes to watch Samuel walk from Point A, to Point B, and then drive back.
Then I say, "Why?" shrug, shake my head, then consider myself blessed regardless and drive on back.
Today, as I watched the kid scamper off to his mom (who is always early) and began to feel my impatience flutter like a tiny dragon eating any stomach butterflies I could ever possess, I decided to try out that good ol' saying, "Count your blessings."
As I actually attempted to do so, I realized that there was no way I was going to find an end. Once I was up to my point in the route to which I must dodge construction (and the road workers that come along with it), I had lost count completely.
Funny, how testing out such a simple, age-old idea can improve your outlook so easily.
