I’m grateful for Kaiser and the support group they have for our family. As my older child is struggling with High School as a teenager in this tough society of social media, judgment, and high expectations, we have a group of counselors to guide our family. My daughter may not be ready to open up to us or counselors, however, she’s receiving the very tools I finally learned after I turned 40. I’m grateful that little seeds of knowledge are being planted that will hopefully someday germinate and help her grow into a confident woman in the future.

 

I’m grateful for yet another fun night of Dungeon and Dragons with my close friends. It was nice to have the wife of a friend join us and get the woman’s perspective thrown into the mix. As we are all starting to get a little more comfortable with acting out our parts, the world we’re creating is a fun way to let go of life once a month.

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I’m grateful that my wife suggested flying our youngest daughter to spend New Year’s Eve with me. She knew I was having a rough time with conversations we had during the Christmas holidays and dealing with my Godfather who had just passed. I had planned not to come home for New Years, so instead, she sent our daughter to me. This gave both my girls some time away from each other, my wife some alone time with her friends, and my daughter and I quality one on one time.

 

I’m grateful for the movie Bumblebee, desserts and Krispy Kreme donuts, and bringing in the New Year with knights at Medieval Times. I’m grateful for a DJ and good music to dance to. Plus, I’m grateful that my daughter, who wasn’t too sure about dancing, allowed her dad to “cut a rug” for an hour after the new year. I’m grateful that I went with my daughter halfway home (she had two separate flights) and that I was able to jumpseat in the front on the way back to training. That old bug and excitement to fly came back.

 

I’m grateful for my blog to help me process my emotions. Writing my blog gives me a chance to stand outside my story, take me away from the pain of being in it and end up feeling like a victim. Looking at my life from a different perspective helps alleviate the pain I’m going through. The belief that my story, that my pain and struggling, can help others, brings me a sense of peace to what I’m going through. And knowing that someone else may find strength and hope helps me to realize that all that I’m going through is not in vain.

 

I’m grateful for my new D&D group who allowed me to join in with them via Skype. It felt like I was sitting right at the table with them. I’m grateful that when I’m feeling down, they were there to pick me up.

 

I’m also grateful for a close friend who too was struggling with a break up. It’s pretty awesome to be able to allow myself to feel comfortable enough to cry on the phone in unison with someone who is also that vulnerable with me. It’s rare to have two men find it acceptable being that vulnerable. It was also healing. We allowed the emotions to flow through us, knew it was ok and necessary to process our “stuff”, and then to give each other strength and encouragement to work through it.

 

 

Childhood Memories

Due to training and the inability to keep up with my Grateful Sunday posts, I wrote these in March and back-dated all my posts from December through February. The week of March 10th grateful I started reading Michelle Obama’s book titled Becoming. I had heard her on a podcast promoting her book and knew this would be a good read. She explained in the podcast that even being married to the President of the United States doesn’t mean you are immune to conflict in a marriage. Marriage takes work and she believes in marital counseling.

 

What I noticed in this book was that she talked positively about her childhood. I imagine, trying to find her identity as a African American female in such a male dominated white society, must have been extremely tough. Instead of pointing out the bad in her life and her struggles, in her childhood she talks about the positive lessons she learned from her caregivers. I have spent a great deal of time growing from my childhood wounding, and yet, that is what I still focus on, what went bad in my childhood.

 

So, for 2019, I will end each week with something grateful in childhood.

 

Grateful Childhood

Today I’m grateful that my childhood has made me the person I am today. I know this may sound generic. Let me explain. My childhood brought about a perfection piece with a high value at achieving and doing things well. This may be seen as a weakness when one does not accept that he’s human and makes mistakes. However, this becomes a strength when it comes to recovery. I have learned so much because of my dedication to be perfect in my recovery while also trying to do the best I can to change and grow to be a better father and husband. Even though I have put a lot of emphasis and energy on how my marriage dissolved, what I have learned will someday be a benefit when I find a woman who not only desires me but also wants to build and grow our relationship together. Who I am today has made this blog possible, gotten me through some pretty tough emotional times, and I have succeeded in my career due to the perseverance and determination to never give up. I am who I am because of my parents, my grandparents, and my important adult mentors in my life. And for those mentors, I am forever grateful.

I’m grateful I was able to spend one of my favorite holidays with my family. I’m grateful I was able to make it to my wife’s house while she was working a graveyard shift and that my youngest daughter helped me get the house immaculately clean; this included catching up on all the laundry and a personal welcome home sign she made for my wife. After an all night shift, when my wife arrived home at 7am, she didn’t have to worry about anything for the next few days. She could relax and enjoy the holidays.

 

I’m grateful for baking cookies with my girls, our tradition of hot chocolate (well, coffee) and seeing the Christmas lights. I’m grateful for my wife and I working together to build my older daughter’s bed, fix my younger daughter’s lock on her bedroom door, last minute Christmas shopping and errands, and cooking dinners together. I’m grateful my wife and younger daughter were able to enjoy the movie The Spy Who Dumped Me.

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