My New Heroes

Today the sermon at church was all about being grateful.  I am grateful for what I have but am still kinda a brat about it.  Okay so I'm really a brat about it.  Being poor was not that much fun and I do love crying in a BMW rather than in a VW.  I've done both and the former is WAY cooler.

We were encouraged to write letters, texts and emails to our respective heroes to let them know how we feel.  Bah humbug-why not just buy them a drink or whatever and really show them how much they are appreciated.

How come I am nobody's hero?  I have sacrificed but I do have to give my husband credit.  He did just buy me a BMW.  He also bought me the house I wanted and put both kids through college.  He is kind of my hero.  I tell him all the time that his treasure is ME.  I have stayed with him for 40 years.  He values what I have done for him even if no one else does.  Especially his mother.

Life doesn't have to suck-you can chose for it not to.  Sure I have had shitty things happen to me but I have kept going.  Believe me I wanted to give up, stop trying, quit being married but I was just too stubborn.  How many wars were won by stubborn generals?

Anyway, I have to thank my parents-they were the real heroes.  Even when they wanted to stop being the grown-ups they didn't.  I was fed,  got presents on Christmas,  homemade birthday cakes, my mom even made my wedding dress, and they drove me to college because I couldn't drive.  I was a very, very blessed kid.  And I was one of seven.

I learned how to be a compassionate and loving human from my mom and I do need to tell her this and I will.