Gratitude Practice 2020 Day 92: Rainbow Eggs Are Pretty Damn Good

It appears my new way of holiday-ing is to stretch the fleeting seasonal magic all the way past the actual day...and well into the future...because who can actually do it all? And who really wants to do it all? And what does that even mean, anyway? And because we, and I'm taking about all of us here, we have actually nothing like ZERO to prove to anyone, am I right? And because why not take our time to make it work for our kids and for our families? And because the positive memory making parts of our brains do not have calendars or time clocks, can I get an amen? And because I will CHOOSE meaning over madness...every...single... time. Dying eggs before the big show just did not happen at our house and there was no way we had the gas for a full two dozen. So, we added a full twelve plastic eggs into the mix colored them tonight and we are calling it good. We are also not calling them "Easter Eggs." We are calling them "Be Happy, Be Cheerful, Choose Positive, Because Every Little Thing is Going To Be Alright" rainbow eggs. Ta Da!

Tonight, grateful that we all get to do this harrowing mothering businesses our very own way. Grateful that I know this truth...in...my...bones. Grateful for this journey and for the army of vulnerable hard-working and heart-working women that have and are helped me understand this truth. Grateful that my kid had fun. Grateful we all survived. Grateful, so very grateful, for our ability to choose to do what works best for us. Grateful for this perspective wielding housebound parenting within a pandemic adventure that is helping this truth become laser sharp for me and for our little family.