What really counts

I had such a lovely weekend.  And such a sucky day yesterday.

There is nothing I can do to fix the day today so I am going to focus on all the things I know I am good at and that I enjoy doing.  These are the things of life that matter to me.  All the rest is just chaff in the wind and I will leave it be and call it done.

I am a good Grandmother.  I might not be a traditional grandmother, but when my grandkids ask me to play hockey or to play super hero, I am the best possible grandma.  I cannot play hockey so I lose honestly and if called upon, I do a really great death scene when it is my turn to die in an epic battle with a superhero who just happens to be 6. Plus if drama is called for as the dinosaurs are attacking,

I am the grandma to call.  I kiss and hug and snuggle my sweet babies even when they are snotty and runny nosed because they need it more then, as do I. 

I love my my big boys and girls too.  Nuff said.  And I knit to soother my soul.  These are the only things that matter.

I don't know that this is enough in the grand scheme of things.  Maybe it wouldn't be for others.  Maybe others of you would list a hundred other things you do that are worthwhile and great about you, but at the end of the day, when we are all dust and gone, these are the only things that count.

All the rest, I will be let go and let it be blown away like the chaff that it is.