Blessings. Count the Good Ones, Twice

When things are going bad in your life, it is super easy to be a negative nancy. It is only human nature to think things like why me and can't I just get a break.  Things have been trying for our family the last few months. We thought selling our house so quickly was a huge blessing, but then the actually process to get to closing were hard, extremely long and time-consuming, and just draining, in general. I wasn't sure we were ever going to close. We did, it took months and a whole lot of hoop jumping, but we did.

Since I believed selling my house was going to be the difficult part of moving, you can only imagine my surprise when we sold the house and our biggest issue became us not finding a new house to buy. It is like the housing market started booming the minute Jason and I were actually looking to buy. Still, we were positive about selling and knew we had Grandma's house to stay at until we found the perfect home for us.

Then the flood came. It was too much for me and at this point, after weeks of packing and moving, I couldn't find one single positive thing we had going for us. We had no where to live, our cars were severley damaged, if not totaled and all our stuff was destroyed. Yes, I know we were all safe. Yes, I know we were all healthy and alive. Yes, I get it, logically. But emotionally? I was done. I had been putting so much into getting our house to close and then to packing up and moving and then for the house to fill with water destroying all our stuff? No, no, no, no. That I couldn't do. I just kind of went through the motions and was kind of unable to deal. I threw my stuff out, I cleaned and bleached and we ripped out walls. It was like I was living in someone else's nightmare.

I felt helpless, sad, angry and frustrated. In my mind I wasn't sure how we were going to figure this all out. I needed to buy a house, possibly two cars and replace 75% of the stuff I had stored in the basement (which was so. much. stuff.) It was just too overwhelming.

But then....then I received an email from a mom at Joey's preschool that was sent out to all the preschool parents stating that she was hosting a "shower" for my family to help us replace the things we lost. I was shocked. This mom, who I am friendly with but by no means knows me enough to think she needs to throw me a shower, took it upon herself to help us. Then she got the whole class to rally around us.

It was nothing short of spectacular. They threw us an amazing party complete with a bounce house and babysitters for the kids. They brought food and wine and so, so many gifts. They saved me a little that day by reminding me that no matter how bad things may seem, there is always good.

Their generosity and support is something I will never forget. They donated books for the boys, houseware items for us and toys. They gave us gift cards to replace things that were lost and mostly they came and hung out. They offered hugs and comforting words and just overwhelmed me with their kindness.

There were people that came, donated and supported my family that I had never even met. That is amazing. That is proof that there are good, even great, people in this world. I am so blessed that my son gets to go to school with some of them.

I will pay this forward someday. Someday I will see someone, or a family, like mine, that is going through something rough, something hard. I will step up and I will rally around them and if I can make them feel even the slightest bit like our preschool families made me feel, then I will have succeeded.

So when you are in line at Starbucks tomorrow, consider picking up the tab on the coffee for the person in line behind you. When you are at the grocery store and the person in front of you is short a few bucks, offer to help. It may be the best part of their day, and yours.

To all our friends who have supported us, taken the boys for playdates and bought or donated so much stuff to my family, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thanks to you, I am back to seeing things in a more positive light.