Starting a gratitude diary isn’t easy
Ah, gratitude…I tried to start a gratitude diary. It didn’t really begin as positively as I wanted.
Instead I’m trying to have grateful thoughts when I can.
This morning something so magical happened that I literally had to write about it before I’d had the first cup of tea of the day. This one is definitely a moment for the gratitude diary, so lovely I want to frame it!
It’ll probably seem such a mundane thing and I’ll be wondering in a couple of years why I was raving about it. If however, you have energetic, noisy children like we do, this will strike a chord with you.
First, allow me to set the scene. Mornings in our house tend to be a little chaotic. My boys share a room and wake early (well, before 7. That’s early for me). I’ll usually wake before the alarm goes off to a chorus of loud chatting or singing. Most likely to toys being thrown and an argument developing, requiring an adult presence. Mr N will be in the shower so I’ll have to drag myself out of bed, already feeling grumpy and peed off at having to play referee before I’ve even got dressed.
Then there’s the effort of chasing them round to get them dressed. One boy usually running sans-clothes shouting ‘naked, naked!’ at the top of his voice while the other shrieks that he doesn’t need the toilet or want his face washed and having to be man-handled towards the bathroom. A total circus. And that’s even before we’ve got downstairs to the riot of breakfast.
So this morning, when I woke (before the alarm of course), it was eerily quiet. Tuning in to my surroundings I could hear a quiet babble coming from the boys’ room.
My first thought on not hearing anything and knowing that the TV isn’t on is ‘why is it so quiet?’ or ‘what are they up to? Oh God, they’re probably drawing on the walls!’
Creeping into the boys’ room to see what chaos had taken place, I was gobsmacked – the boys had got themselves quietly dressed and Boo was helping Tiddler to put his socks on! This from a boy who has a meltdown when an adult doesn’t put his socks on for him. And he’s helping his little brother to do just that, after having put his own socks on!
You could’ve knocked me down with a feather.
To most people this would seem a ridiculous thing to be pleased about. So pleased I’m actually writing about it! But in our house, this is a miracle. It was like the gods of calm had visited in the night and sprinkled their magic over our boisterous boys.
Of course I heaped lots of descriptive praise on both of them and told them how proud I was. They then toddled off quietly downstairs without arguing about who was going first. Wow!
In a house where calm only visits once in a blue moon, this episode is definitely going into my grateful memory bank.
Have you had any special moments to be grateful about recently? Let me know!