"I Feel So Fortunate"

My nine year daughter Téa said these words as we were driving to the next town over to pick up some lumber that was milled for me at a friends custom mill. Her comment caught me a bit by surprise, and I let a minute go by as we continued driving before I asked her why she felt that way.

Her reply also was curious in the depth of her self-reflection. "Not everyone can hang out with their Papa listening to music (Cowgirl by Morgan Wallen on repeat), driving in an old pick up truck (77 Ford Ranger), in rural Colorado".

In an instant I saw the world through her eyes and her life as she was living it. I also felt something catch inside me realizing how I never got to experience what Téa was with my own father who passed when I was three.

I also reflected on the state of the world with wars raging and humans struggling with basic life issues - clean water, consistent food sources, and oppressive political systems. Traveling this country road I had driven countless times with the mountains looming above us, I wondered how is it we so often overlook the ordinary, the sameness of our days and run on auto pilot and not appreciating the typical moments in our lives.

For a nine year old to acknowledge that we are "blessed and lucky" (These Are Days 10,000 Maniacs the next song in our queue) simply driving along togther helped me to appreciate this moment with her - a snapshot in time - and one that I will always cherish.

Yes, I feel so fortunate too.

Thanks for reading.

Jamie Gilroy is a Mindset Coach working with men to unlock their fullest potential. Are you looking to tweak and improve some issues in your life? Are you interested in a free clarity call to investigate working with Jamie? Email him at:jbgilroy@icloud.com And check out his website to learn more about the work he does: https://jamesbgilroy.com

Comments

Until the Next Time said…

Thank you so much for sharing and bringing us into that moment with you! What a beautiful post. Those moments with our children are few and far between sometimes and as they get older and go into their lives, it goes to the next leg of their journey with us as parents as you know. Thank you Jamie for sharing!!!

January 7, 2024 at 3:26 PM

Jamie Gilroy said…

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January 7, 2024 at 8:28 PM

Jamie Gilroy said…

Thank you and yes soaking up every little bit of time with these littles before they're big is crucial. It's so easy to forget how fast time goes by..

January 7, 2024 at 8:30 PM

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