3:00 AM and the phone rings, waking me out of a dead Flexural-induced sleep! It’s my 2nd oldest, the little birdie who flew the nest in December. He’s out of gas (again) and needs a rescue (again). Hubby’s out like a light and is facing a 12 hour shift come morning, so off Mommy goes…in the cold…and dark…
I arrive to find a passing co-worker had stopped and given him a ride to the gas station. Nice! He asks me to wait, since he killed his battery trying to “wish” gas into the tank…Fine! Gas...check. Battery…check.
I follow him to the gas station to make sure said battery is going to re-start after a proper fill. As he’s pumping, I pop into the station for mandatory coffee…and he leaves! HE LEAVES! No thank you…no hug…NOTHING!
I got back home around 4:30...wide awake. No going back to bed for me! So I sat and thought for awhile. First, about what a flippin’ knucklehead I raised. (Ungrateful little turd!) Then, after the grumbling subsided, I started thinking about gratitude in general. How easy a word it is to use, but how hard it seems to be to show.
So, when I dropped my script off, I made it a point to not only thank the woman for helping my at that moment, but I thanked her for always greeting me with a smile and never being judgmental about the number of pills this seemingly “healthy-looking” (thank you make-up!) 41 year old was taking home.
So, I guess my son taught me a bit of a lesson this fine, EARLY morning…gratitude feels GOOD! And the feelings happens on both ends of the
equation. So, for that, thank you son!
Now…the next time the little rat comes over, I’ll be sure to teach him a lesson in return!