Remember that little lesson I was going to teach my kids on gratitude? Well, it’s not quite gone as planned. Don’t get me wrong; we’ve made real progress in some areas, so I’m still really excited about the result of my hard work all winter. But I must think outside the box. These kids are professionals.

I think I may do something drastic…

On even numbered days for the month of March I’ve decided they won’t be allowed anything they can turn on with a switch. (Of course when I say ‘they’ I mean Corey, Spencer, Tucker and Kendall. It would be sort of hard for me to keep Jason from his adult-like life. Plus, if he doesn‘t have gratitude by now then maybe one day his wife can teach him some!) If it’s plugged into the wall then they can’t have it! Obviously I will let them use light switches. And any kitchen appliances, hedge trimmers, vacuum cleaners, or any device known or yet to be discovered that will make my life easier in any way is not applicable.

Gratitude….it’s harder than it seems!

I even tried posting a picture in the kitchen of truly starving children to point out every time my kids complained about what’s for dinner. But since our kitchen is the gathering spot of the house, it bothered everyone who came over. So I took it down.

So, in March we will eat fruits, vegetables, and bread (chocolate animal crackers count as a bread, right?).  We will drink our beloved tea, but with half the sugar I normally use. After all, I would hate for the whole house to dehydrate. There will be no chips, candies, cupcakes, pop tarts, or donuts anywhere in this house. We will consume what we need to survive.

Gratitude is not learned, it’s acquired. It must come from within. Most children in America have no idea how good they have it. But some found gratitude the hard way.

My mission is to make my children thankful for the two legs they walk on and the house they live in and the hugs they get from me every day.  If they are thankful for the basics, then the rest will follow.

Spencer broke his arm earlier this year and was in a cast for four weeks. After that he appreciated having two arms that work every day. But I can’t go around breaking everyone’s arms! (Just mine.) I’m willing to do what it takes to open their eyes to the less fortunate.


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Misty Brooks

The mother to five children, Misty is forever forgetting where her cell phone may be or maybe never was. She loves the beach, animals, thrift shopping, and discovering new paths.