Recently while I was having a little melt down about the money tree being bare, my perspective was surprisingly and pleasantly changed by someone that I least expected.
It was dinner time and I proceeded to put down our gourmet dinner of sausages, home-made chips and salad in front of my 13 year old son Nathan, with the comment, “here’s another poor peoples dinner.”
He said, “Are we poor mum? I don’t think we’re poor. I think we are really rich. I mean not everyone has a computer, a lap top, an ipad, a PlayStation 3, a Wii, an iPod, a smart phone… I mean, I know the Internet isn’t working at the moment, and the TV is broken, but we are getting another one, and the Internet will get fixed… I think we’re rich.” And proceeded to tuck into dinner with gusto as only an ever growing 13 year old teenage boy can!
I was very humbled to say the least. And extremely proud. It seems my lessons on gratitude have sunk in… Even though for that moment, they had slipped past me, I’m incredibly grateful that I had someone to remind me.