Thursday, April 09, 2009

Self Indulgence - Updated

Nothing I say really matters today. Yesterday I went on and on about pollen and its terribleness.

And then I read about a baby who is about a year younger than Landon who didn't make it.

And then this morning I read about a girl who has run away, she was angry and her mom gave her permission to run down the street to release some of it, just like she's done before and this time she just didn't come back. [The very moment I originally posted this, they found her.]

Anything I have to write just all seems so arrogant and self centered. My kid is healthy and alive and I can see him on the cameras at the day care, I know where he is.


Carol said...

Unfortunately, it seems to take a tragedy to make us step back and realize how fortunate we are that we can complain about small things - though an inability to breath is probably a more valid complaint than most of mine.

I've had a lot of reminders recently of how fortunate I am and really want to remember (without having to hear about a tragedy) and be thankful for everything I have.

kbreints said...

Yes, we all could be a little less self indulgent, but if we do not complain a little, how will we ever be thankful for the flip side?

STQ said...

I love to complain as much as the next guy, but honestly, when I look around? I'll take my "problems" any day of the week. We are so very very blessed.

valerie5425 said...

I'm a pretty simple girl. Enough money to pay the bills and have a little fun, health, a job and a healthy family is all I need at the end of the day.

It's hard to remember sometimes that the small stuff really is small. Nevertheless, you may use the interwebz to vent if it keeps you from going crazy. No harm in that.

Anonymous said...

One thing I find truly amazing is that the stories that effect me the most are the ones dealing with children the same age as mine or someone in my family.

Not that other stories don't effect me, just that these hit close to home.


bernthis said...

boy, talk about one reminder after another. Sometimes it's just so sad it's hard to bear and I, thank God, have my kid with me.