|Montoya must've been a NIGHTMARE as a toddler.|
|Trying to train him to like TV. What!?!|
|Eva Claire literally bathing in a pool of her own fluids. Yes.|
|1,000 red worms showed up at our front door today. Straight to the compost. They were stoked.|
|Keepin' it ghetto.|
I know I've written about this before, but I also know from last time that this is the sort of thing that's good to hear on a pretty regular basis.
Human tragedy is something that none of us love hearing about, but without fail it always leaves a huge impression on us...in more ways than one.
September 11th is one of those days that none of us will ever forget, regardless of whether we were directly affected by the attacks or not. The horrific stories and sheer number of lives lost will never cease to leave me looking around my day to day realizing just how lucky I am.
I preach to all of you guys about how important it is to avoid complaining and paying so much attention to the negative vibes that, in reality, we create by our own doing. I, too, have to work really really hard at reminding myself that I am actually lucky for the things that sometimes seem frustrating and taxing.
I'm lucky to play chauffeur driving kids around hours everyday because it's one of the rare times a day I get to sit still and really think. When I'm going to pick them up I get to listen to my music, I think about the things I'm grateful for in that day, and I practice lectures out loud to myself because it helps me coach people better.
The kids and I have the best conversations because we're all trapped in one place together for at least 15 minutes. I still get to hold Jonah's hand for entire 20 minutes drives while he tells me what he did all day while he was away from me. He still looks over at me while I'm driving and says, "I'm so lucky you're my mom."
Even though Maya goes to school 2 towns away, she gets to go to one of the best private schools in the country. She can't wait all day to get in the car and play a song for me that she just bought. And, I can hear in everything she says to me during these car rides that she has turned out to be a truly good person.
I think the times that I am most grateful for during these car rides, though, are when we play Chicken Fried, It's A Great Day To Be Alive, or Wagon Wheel and all three of us belt out country music at the top of our lungs. It's just like we used to in our Jeep Wrangler when we were living in my friend's guest room after Alex and I got separated. We didn't have much, pretty much just that Jeep and each other. Same songs, completely different life.
Bode is a climbing machine; he is just constantly found standing on coffee tables, pianos, and computers. Yes. But, he is strong. So strong. And, he has no fear; what a cool world that must be to live in. Also, think about how long he's spent watching all of these fun things we get to do. He finally gets to stand on his own, walk around, jog/run, pull himself up on things, and make the connection that his hand can put things in his mouth. All of that must blow his little mind.
Ben spends more than 12 hours at the gym every day. While I wish he were able to get home earlier or be there with us in the mornings, he is doing what he loves...and, what I love. Because he is committed to his work, he is literally changing lives. Ben is living his dream, and it is the only other place on the planet that he would rather be for those 12 hours if he can't be home with us. I know that. What he does while he's away from us all day makes him a better friend, husband, and father. It's that simple.
So many people lost things just like this 12 years ago today. People had all of these things that I do right now, and it was taken from them...or they were taken from them.
The only way I know how to take anything good from something so horrific as this tragedy is to pay insanely close attention to just how lucky I am to have this life in front of me. Every. Single. Day.