What am thankful for?
There's not just one, but more
And in no particular order
They are here, in no number
I am thankful for my daughter
She obeys the court order
She has been doing better
Not just her but her brother
I am thankful for the baker
The awesome cupcake maker
The cake's a diet breaker
Oh well, I'll "diet" later
I am thankful for my hobby
It sure does make me happy
Do you see my broccoli
That I display so proudly?
I am thankful for the park
The trees, the lake, and the ducks
Yesterday, they helped a lot
When I had my "downs" not "ups"
And although this is not fitting
I thank the trap for trapping
A mouse that's not inviting
In this picture I am displaying
My teens remained home. My daughter, in particular has not runaway. I was looking at their pictures yesterday and I pulled the one from six years ago when they were hanging on the monkey bars, kissing each other. They were (nearly) always in my view. They were always together playing, giggling . . . or arguing.
I put so little time gardening this year but yet I have some success. I have broccoli, green onions, kale, sage, and berries. The broccoli was sweet; I ate it raw as it was without dressing.
Last Thursday was especially difficult. I had another day in court with daughter yesterday. We were just there last week. I had to go with her every time because she is a minor. It went okay, yet, still stressful. The judge indirectly blamed me for the two tickets she earned last summer.
“How many more tickets does she have to get?”
I looked at him, and then turned my head to her standing by me. Out of frustration and irritation, I responded,
“Your honor, that should be a question to her, not to me . . . Should I lock her up in her room while I go to work and when I sleep? She is fifteen years old . . . “
After his lecture to us, he told us that her fine and community service will be waived if she goes to two assigned classes. We should be happy, right? But the court scene was like a nail hammered deeper into my chest. My heart aches as it is and for the judge to point out to me that I failed in parenting HURTS a LOT. I left the court room with tears rolling down my cheeks. . . And then she kept asking me if I was okay.
Yesterday, I took a walk in the park for a little nature walk. Thank you, nature, for awakening my good spirits. The autumn trees, the blue skies and their reflection to the still water, the ducks, and the cold breeze were all so calm and beautiful.
What awakened your senses this week?