Gratitude. It’s the key to abundance. So why have i lost that key so many times?

27 Aug

I think The Clapper is ingenious. You lose something, like light in a dark room. You clap for it, and BOOM! There is light! Now put it into play with my keys, which I am constantly losing. If I wasn’t sure I’d look like a wilderness kid clapping to scare the bears away, I would hook the clapper on my key ring so I can hunt it down effectively at 6:33 AM when I’m running out the door to work.

Hmmmm, now let’s think about it for a second. I would be grateful for the Clapper, if it were attached to my keys. But, I would still trip over the cat, the last pair of jeans i wore, the unicorn Paint-By-Numbers set that my daughter was working on, and the book, “Dr. George Washington Carver” (it’s a good read. i highly recommend it.). Because i still would run into the room, late at 6:33 A.M. and be in too much of a hurry to turn the light on! But that’s just me. My common sense doesn’t kick in until at least 8:07 A.M.

i wish i had a clapper equivalent for gratitude. i mean, really, there are so many great things that come with life. Lessons, good or bad, have a consequence and a silver lining sometimes. But i find that the gratitude gets lost sometimes.

Somewhere under the books, the pets, the business of life, the gratitude for those very things can get lost. And don’t even get me started on lessons and gifts that are coming my way every day! The miracles that show up every day seem to fade into ordinary routine, until gratitude is factored in.

For instance, I don’t think about electricity, until a snow storm makes me frantically look for a flashlight (ANY flashlight, including the pink one under my daughters bed, or the pen light on my keys… which i can’t find in the dark, without the Clapper). Also, I never think about the battery in Hoss, my ridiculous but comfortable vehicle, until I’m running out the door at 6:34 a.m., slide into the leather seats, anticipating the warmth of the bum warmer as i turn the key, and i hear the “CLICK-CLICK-C.L.I.C.K.-cli…” and then nothing. Then I’m thankful for the battery chargers that son #1 automatically has in his truck as he fixes me up and sends me on my way.

You know, stuff like that.

Gratitude is the key to abundance. It is just up to me to find the silver lining when the lessons that come my way aren’t easy, or fun. Thus the Clapper idea. Of course, that would be too easy. When son #3 says he doesn’t like my cooking (again), i could just clap at him, and I’d be grateful we had food at all. Or grateful that i didn’t strangle him with a wet noodle. Maybe i should get a gratitude Clapper for him. Then he can be glad i didn’t make him eat my hamburger/eggplant/noodle surprise.

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Posted by on August 27, 2009 in Clapper, Daughter, gratitude, Son


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