Sometimes I just need to be reminded
I am not usually into tear jerking testimonials or sappy stories that circulate on the internet.
But I was catching up on a friend's blog that I don't read often enough and I found this:
My list goes something like this - one, and always the top of my list, my family. I am so proud of my sons, so proud of my grandsons. It's amazing how much love one person can have for children. It comes out of nowhere. This love was there the first time I saw the face of my firstborn. I couldn't imagine finding more to share with a second child, but it was there, as if by magic. The same amazement flowed over me with the birth of my first grandchild, and then the second. Am I ever going to run out of the stuff needed to form emotional ties with these individuals? I doubt it. I just may have more stored up for more of these little ones.
Next, I should say my health. For those who know me understand what this statement truly means. Physical health is a gift and should be treated as such, looked after as it is a precious commodity. Even more so as we grow older and bodies tend to break down.
I am grateful for the ability to live one day at a time and to usually enjoy what is there. I am not a saint and do have some really bad days where nothing is right, and darkness threatens to become my companion.
I am grateful to be able to see and read and to watch the delicate wings of a butterfly on a sunny afternoon, to taste and savor sweetness and even what is sour and not so pleasant. I am grateful to be able to hear the whispers of the wind.
There is no greater gift than the ability to love. From infancy to aging adult, our ability to love and to shine within a love sustains us. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to know love and to share love.
I am grateful for those I call friend, and for those who call me friend. I've learnt so much over the years from people who have come, and gone, through my life by chance or choice. I wish them all much happiness.
I forget this sometimes and I am glad to be reminded
But I was catching up on a friend's blog that I don't read often enough and I found this:
My list goes something like this - one, and always the top of my list, my family. I am so proud of my sons, so proud of my grandsons. It's amazing how much love one person can have for children. It comes out of nowhere. This love was there the first time I saw the face of my firstborn. I couldn't imagine finding more to share with a second child, but it was there, as if by magic. The same amazement flowed over me with the birth of my first grandchild, and then the second. Am I ever going to run out of the stuff needed to form emotional ties with these individuals? I doubt it. I just may have more stored up for more of these little ones.
Next, I should say my health. For those who know me understand what this statement truly means. Physical health is a gift and should be treated as such, looked after as it is a precious commodity. Even more so as we grow older and bodies tend to break down.
I am grateful for the ability to live one day at a time and to usually enjoy what is there. I am not a saint and do have some really bad days where nothing is right, and darkness threatens to become my companion.
I am grateful to be able to see and read and to watch the delicate wings of a butterfly on a sunny afternoon, to taste and savor sweetness and even what is sour and not so pleasant. I am grateful to be able to hear the whispers of the wind.
There is no greater gift than the ability to love. From infancy to aging adult, our ability to love and to shine within a love sustains us. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to know love and to share love.
I am grateful for those I call friend, and for those who call me friend. I've learnt so much over the years from people who have come, and gone, through my life by chance or choice. I wish them all much happiness.
I forget this sometimes and I am glad to be reminded
posted by Cyril Kesten at 11:13 PM
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