Last November I joined Karen from Yankee Doodle Paddy for her 30 Days of Gratitude challenge on Snapchat (her username is BlissBakery) It was such a rewarding challenge to be a part of. I was so pleased when Karen said she would be doing it again this year. Not only will I join in with Karen, I will also record my daily gratitude here.
I am grateful for my husband. He’s my best friend, the one with all the hugs, my biggest supporter, the one who encourages me, he holds my hand, he helps me, he’s the one who loves me unconditionally.
Not a day goes by when I am not thankful for my children. Five fantastic people, five different personalities, five precious gifts. It’s not uncommon when we’re young(er) to make plans; we decide how many children we will have and when we will have them. The reality is often very different. It certainly was for my husband and I. We were among the lucky ones. Mother Nature rerouted our path and for that, I am beyond grateful. (Even on the days when they have me pulling my hair out!)
My house, my home. We built it, we’re paying a boom time mortgage on it. It can feel like a noose around our necks if we let it, but we don’t, for we are very lucky. With a shocking number of people homeless in this country, over 3000 children, we are very grateful to have a house to call home. It may not ever be finished, but as someone pointed out to me recently, homes are for living in, not finishing and that is very true.
This, my blog, my space. I am very grateful to have somewhere for just for me. When I started this blog I never anticipated the level of enjoyment and satisfaction I would get from it.
I am very grateful to have my family, my two brothers and one sister. We may not be very conventional, we’re not the sort to live in one another’s pockets or be on the phone to one another every day but we are very close despite that and if one of us falls, the others are there, no question.
I’ve spoken about body positivity here before. It’s something I feel quite strongly about despite my ongoing battles with my own. I constantly remind myself that all bodies are good bodies. My body is a good body and for that I am grateful. It has gifted me five babies, it has carried me through the toughest times of my life. It walks, it dances (albeit badly) it senses, it provides, it is able, it is mine.
Not only am I grateful that I can cook and bake, I’m grateful I actually enjoy it too. There are few things more satisfying than a day spent in a toasty kitchen batch cooking curries, bolognese, a chilli perhaps and a big pot of soup to nourish the family in the week ahead. Lest not forget a morning rustling up loaves of bread, flapjacks and muffins for hungry lunch boxes, a loaf cake and a batch of scones, a reward for oneself despite the enjoyment in producing a wealth of delicious delights.
I love Wexford and I am grateful to live where I live in Wexford, a little bit of countryside a five-minute drive from the beach. Wexford will always have my heart. One of my favourite ever blog posts was almost a love letter to Wexford entitled Home? Where My Heart is.
Where would we be without friends? From our partners to our online tribes and all of those special people in between. The ones we turn to when troubles strike, the ones who know us almost better than we know ourselves. I am extremely grateful for the people I am privileged to count as friends.
Social media; I’m so grateful we have it and even more grateful we didn’t have it when I was growing up and coming of age. The connections made, keeping in touch with people abroad, instant access to news and news updates, the upside of social media is a good one.