Grief teaches us many things. One of which is patience.
My body aches all over.
My head is thumping.
But my soul is grateful.
I am a mother. One of the only titles that holds a million emotions in a single noun.
My 16 month old is unwell. Its 2.30am as I sit here with her, night two of a restless, uncomfortable and tiring night waiting desperately for the antibiotics to start their job to take over fighting for my tired toddler.
My own bug ripping through like a tornado in my body…yet my heart is overflowing in gratitude.
Its easy to lose sight of perspective in the haze of exhaustion. It is easy to feel as though life is a series of never ending unfortunate events, but grief has taught me to count my blessings – in that moment.
Grief has taught me that the toughest moments are where the best blessings arise from.
Grief has taught me that there are life events that just are. The universe is not conspiring to break me. Life happens.
So tonight I count my blessings because grief reminds me that tomorrows are never guaranteed and the me of tonight will always look different from the me of tomorrow… with or without a night full of sleep.