Apr 23

The little book of gratefulness

I love my girls with every breath in my body, in fact I would give them my last breath if they needed it, but recently I’ve been hearing a lot of whinging, and moaning, with some selfish and ungrateful thrown in for extra measure.

In particular from my middle daughter, I am probably just more sensitive than usual down the the training with the Place2Be and the children who struggle with the barest of minimums on a daily basis, I’m perhaps more aware of how much my children have when so many have so little.

This was brought into stark reality recently when middle daughter was complaining about how ‘unfair’ it was that her younger sister got crisps while she ‘only’ had chocolate, and how I ‘spoiled her ice cream by getting chocolate on the top and not mint’ and all the reasons that she couldnt possibly share her stuff with her sister, as well as how ‘unfair’ it was not to see Mickey this year and it got to the point that I told her she was ungrateful and should remember how lucky she was.

She is lucky, I certainly know she is, but does she?

The answer is no, and why would she.. she see’s these things as basic, requirements, the norm

In no way special or exceptional, and that’s down to us as parents, she has extraordinary opportunities that other children would live for but all she see’s is what she hasn’t got, a glass half empty, I can take responsibilty for her attitude in part but how do I go about changing it?

She is blessed to go to Wales at the weekend, ride horses, go on boats, run on beaches, go on holidays.. but does she appreciate it… that’s fat NO

How is it possible to make a child who has grown up completely accustomed to having all this, actually value it?

I’m really not sure, but it has to start somewhere and it starts tonight

Tonight before her nightime routine, I sent her upstairs with a new ‘little book of gratefulness’, and I have no idea if it will work.

Her task, before bed is to write down 5 things she is grateful for, every night, they can be large or small, but they must be positive and thankful

Am I asking too much of her, on the threshold of 8, to appreciate the good and not focus on the ‘have not?’

Or is this just par for the course?

I’m not expecting her to fall to her knees and thank us dearly for all her blessings but just to perhaps catch and grasp a couple of them and recognise her lot in life is a decent one

I’m interested to know what you think, or what you might do or have done in a similar situation

We are truly blessed, she is loved, looked after and has amazing opportunities, and it doesn’t sit well with me that we have appeared to raise her without at least a small about of recognition of that fact.

Or is that just the way it is these days?

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  • http://mdplife.blogspot.com/ Michelle Twin Mum

    It does seem to be the way and it drives me crazy.  I love the little book you have introduced.  We do prayers every night at dinner and the kids have to thank God for something they are grateful for, it is a lovely sharing activity.

    We also sponsor a couple fo children abroad and any cahrity work I do is talked about at home and dh wenton Mission last year so they undertsand how different their life is to those in other countries and we constantly remind them of that.

    When JJ tells me he is bored he gets reminded how much he has and how completely selfish and disrespectful that phrase is.

    Who knows what will make the difference, we will have to just keep on trying.  Mich x 

  • Anton1a

    I don’t think it is asking too much to ask her to consider this Aly.I share your frustrations with my eldest.

    We have a set-to the other week, based on why is it that when I offer her 1 nice thing, it has to turn into a whole list of demands. She was allowed chocolate, and she wanted a fizzy drink (which they are very rarely allowed except when ill), then she wanted to stay up late etc etc. She was given the chocolate and a lecture ‘why do you always want 10 things when you are offered 1 thing?’ And just yesterday I offered them a treat from the shop after school and she specified ‘we must go to Sainsbury’s garage and get a kinder egg’- um, no, a treat is a treat and if you don’t want what you are being offered, from where we are going, have nothing!

    It was made so much worse by the fact that I had recently read my Great Aunt’s autobiography. She is my (now deceased) Polish Grandfather’s sister, and they were put in a worker’s camp in Siberia during the war when Poland was taken over by Russian forces. They went from living a comfortable middle-class life on a big farm, and their father was a prominent member of the community- to overnight being separated from his, shoved on a train and placed on a journey of utter fear, terrible hunger and awful sights for the following years. It just highlighted how utterly privileged children are today and how they don’t know they are born- but why would they know? It is our privilege that we have food, comfort, luxuries and toys in adundance.

    I wonder how to get them to recognise it too- the other night my daughter declared her dinner was disgusting and refused to eat. I spoke to her about Mozambique (which they studied in school) and explained that children would cry just to get the dinner on her plate and she thought about it, left the table (as we all did) and then came back in the room and sat down and ate it. A small victory but how to ensure it continues?

    I once went to a soup kitchen at a convent (part of our Catholic school curriculum I think) and spoke to a homeless man for some time . I was 15years old and teary eyed as he explained his tragic life story and how he fell in love with a Spanish girl who tragically died, and his life never recovered from the loss of his loved one. Anyway, a few weeks later my RE teacher (who was a Nun at the convent) called me to the front of the class and demanded to know the man’s name (she was quite abrupt). I said I am sorry, I don’t know- she explained that he had died that week and nobody knew what name to put on his grave in the convent garden. I thought it was ‘John’, under duress, and that’s what went on the stone I believe.

    When my children are a bit older I want to take them to a soup kitchen and I have resolved one Christmas Day we will all be going to help serve Christmas Dinner to homeless people. I hope it will show the children what having nothing looks like and give them an understanding of compassion. I hope!….

  • http://twitter.com/Beadzoid Beadzoid

    I think it is pretty much par for the cause these days, but that doesn’t mean that it should be.  I think that’s a really great idea, the little book of gratefulness. If our kids are forced to actually consider how lucky they are then it can only make them nice people later in life.  I guess as mums we will all come up against this as much of childhood is very much ‘the ego state’, it’s how as parents we help them to develop their personalities.

    I’m sure your kids will be just fine :)

    Ps Let us know how it goes x