Ride the Grace of Gratitude

Another elegant post by Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan. Her lovely words reminded me of a group email I sent two weeks ago in preparation for our first 'kid-less" vacation in years.  I had a three page attachment of phone numbers, house details, schedules of events, daily routines and extracurriculars. After reading it, my husband remarked that it takes an army to care for our kids. Sometimes it does feel like we live on the front lines, but then I read essays like this and I remember that it isn't a battle; we're the peacekeepers, if only we take the time to see the beauty and power of our brotherhood in arms. - BTH

The snow has a hint of spring to its edges. The rough crust is giving way to streams in the street. The top layer of snow is soft enough for sticky snowballs, the hills pliable enough to become slick sledding highways that my children toboggan down with glee as my husband shovels ice from walk ways. The sun is higher than it has been in the skies lately and stays out longer. Today it felt like spring was nearer than it seemed earlier this week when the cold kept my shoulders braced to my ears and I shuddered at winter's briskness each time I stepped outside to bring my kids from one place to another. As I entered the swim meet today after it began, I watched runners cruise down Summit Avenue and felt that overall gladness to be alive, spirit unified with body, feet kissing earth, breath coursing through veins.

It is this spirit, this joie de vire that has me feeling doubly grateful for the small things of today. For my children who rose and dressed and ate and readied themselves for play and swim and birthday parties. For my husband who so gracefully cooks breakfast, shops for food, and holds down the home front with me. For the families that came to yoga today and took time to meditate and move and breathe. But paramount in my string of noticeable graces and gratitude is the friends I am blessed with who rise to help, rise to love my children up, and embrace them.

Simply put my friend gave one of my kids a ride form a birthday party to the swim meet. Yes a simple act, but I know it caused her to spend her time driving one of mine to and fro when she has plenty of her own. I know it was done with grace and giving and I hope she notices how much I am grateful for it. We are both the youngest of many, and with that comes a flexibility and willingness to pitch in, and at times to pitch in too much. But while this ride seems simple it underlines something crucial to parenting, that we do not do it alone, nor do we do it with just our partners, nor do we do it with just our extended family, or the babysitters we hire, but with our friends we hold. And, if we are lucky enough, blessed, graced with friends that parent in similar ways and hold their kids to similar standards and will shine their love on our own as they do their own, then it is good to take note. To say thank you. To multiple the grace in more ways than one by sharing it back with them, with others. For in doing so, we melt our rough edges, we relax our shoulders and we breathe into the present moment of today and lean toward the hope of tomorrows--that we do not parent alone, nor assist our parents alone as they age, nor walk this earth in all the promise of the springtime streams alone. For this I give the deepest and most heartfelt thanks for swim meet rides, and heartfelt conversation of dreams and doings and movement toward becoming the grandest version of ourselves; knowing this takes a community willing to see the best in one another, their children, and their wisdom figures as they age.

"If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough." -Meister Eckhart, German theologian, philosopher, and mystic

What's on your litany of thanks?