I awoke this morning in one of those “God-I-Love-My-Life” kind of moods. In the wake of the horrifying events in Newtown Connecticut, I have been forced yet again to take stock and reevaluate what is important to me. I have for a long time regretted the financial mistakes that Tom and I have made in the last ten years. Gosh, if we wouldn’t have co-signed that loan for Mom and Dad, I sometimes think, we could probably have been able to save money and move into a bigger house. Yes, I have done my fair share of equating happiness with monetary advancement. I have done my fair share of coveting what I cannot afford.
What I need to do is slap myself in the face, punch my own lights out, chastise myself for the shallowness of these thoughts. Wealth? I want wealth? I am wealthy! I am rich! I have three great kids– children who make me laugh, who make me think, who make me proud. I have a husband who takes care of my heart. I have friends with whom I share moments and memories, people who enrich me in a way that an extra 1000 square feet could never do. At the end of the day, I get to crawl into bed and think about the happy moments I experienced, and I shut my eyes and dream of the moments I will create.
I know that all of those mourning parents would give up any monetary possession for the chance to hold their child again. Those moms and dads would give up every fancy vacation, every luxury they have, just to sit on the floor of the livingroom and laugh with their child over a game of Candyland. I am so sad for their loss.
Today, I will hug harder; I will give more kisses; I will remind those people who are important to me that I love them.