Gratitude

Last weekend, my family traveled to the Mountain View Grand, in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. While we were there, we visited Santa’s Village, a small amusement park for little kids. After spending much of the day there (and, keep in mind that we were at Walt Disney World less than a month earlier), we left, before hitting the “Yule Log Ride” -a flume-type water ride that wasn’t operating due to the cooler weather. My kids were upset, and pouted all the way to the car.

Angry, I explained to them that some kids never went to the park at all, and here we were, on our second vacation of the month. I told them they needed to be grateful for what they had. And, then I realized that I am guilty of the exact same thing.

I always get hurt when I’m passed over for something. Wonder “why not me” when I hear of something someone else has. But today, I’m vowing to be happy with my life – because I have a LOT. And I’m lucky. Very lucky.