By Kimber An
You’ve probably all heard the saying, “’Tis more blessed to give than to receive.” And I’d bet more than a few of you thought, “Yeah, right.” I know I did a decade ago.
Sure, we’ve been told and maybe we’ve felt it too. It feels good to give someone a present or to help someone in need. Very good, but that’s not the deeper meaning I’m after.
I learned the deeper meaning to the saying the hard way.
I lost a baby.
I was so devastated by this loss that I could not articulate the most powerful desire of my heart, which was to get pregnant again. I was absolutely terrified. I sank into depression.
Then, suddenly one day I discovered I was pregnant again. I was ill with terror. I sobbed on the phone to the midwife. After a lot of hysteria, I wrote this post- http://bit.ly/eOO7JH
I got what I wanted for Christmas.
This all taught me about gratitude.
How many of us are truly grateful for our children? Our mates? Our friends? How often do we say, “I love being your mommy.” Or, “Thank you so much for running to the store for Nyquil!”
Or do we just complain? Or even insult? “Stop being such a brat!”
Nowadays, I cringe when I overhear parents say things like that. They have no idea the precious gift they’ve been given. Whether they’re too selfish or they’re ignorant, like I was, they have no idea the wonderful gifts they’ve received in their lives.
Don’t wait for a hurricane to destroy your house or cancer to claim the life of your mother. Look around at what life has been given to you right now. Thank your loved ones. Get in the habit of thanking them every single day until you die.