The house that Poor Old Grandpa built…

On Friday we slept in our new house. Or new for us anyway.

Prior to that we had been living in the house that my grandfather built.
He was an accountant. He was not a builder. But he built a house that ended up being a home for 4 generations of his family.

The house has been sold and will be demolished soon. And it was as if the house knew this fact and did its best to beat the bulldozer.

By the time we moved out 3 rooms leaked when it rained, the shower dripped constantly, the shower rail has fallen down and the toilet was unpredictable.

And now we don’t live there anymore. And it breaks my heart that the house will be knocked down. Not for any good reason other than it represents a big part of my life and that of my family.

I remember watching the movie Annie every single time I went to visit my grandparents. I remember my Grandpa making me breakfast in bed whenever I stayed there after my Gran had died. I remember the fresh flowers he had on the dining table next to several photos of her 20 years after she had died.

I will always remember my eldest sons first night in a bed there and my youngest sons first steps.

I will remember my mum calling me and telling me that my Grandpa had passed away in his sleep after having a fall in his nursing home.

It was a home that held so many memories for me and now I have to look after those memories and make some new ones.

But I’m still sad.

Today I’m thankful.

Here is my new mantra. Here is the thought that keeps running through my head when I want to run away screaming.

“I must not whinge about my blessings”.

I am lucky. Incredibly lucky and blessed. And I need to remember that.

I have many things in my life that others desire and long for. I must not take them for granted. I must not complain about the amazing blessings in my life.

I have 2 healthy, active, quirky, zany boys who drive me crazy and make me want to cry with frustration sometimes. I must remember that there are people who would love a healthy child of their own to love.

I have a husband who finds me attractive and tells me so often. I must not scowl at him and point out all his flaws.I know I have them too. I could list them all for you but I won’t .

I have a home, a car, a job and I don’t worry about these things.

I have a strong relationship with my mum. I have friends that care about me. I have my health. I am loved.

So I must not complain about the things that I take for granted. The ways in which I am blessed.

A sleepless night up because of one of the kids is not well is not fun but it’s a small price to pay. A husband who travels occasionally with work so that we can afford nice things should not be complained about.

I am so lucky to have so much love in my life and I have so much to be grateful for. And I know that there are people out there who would like to trade places with me. So I will try to remember not to grumble about some of the baggage that comes with my life.

I must not whinge about my blessings.