This week, I have a lot to be thankful for.
I’m thankful for this.
And especially this.
This week I participated in world vision’s forty hour famine. I have done it before; years ago, as a teenager, but this was the first time I have ever gained such an appreciation for what hunger really is. It was hard. And in the spirit of complete honesty, it wasn’t a total fast. I need to eat with my medication, so I had a piece of toast each morning. (I did my famine from 8pm Monday night, to 12pm Wednesday afternoon.)
There were times I wanted to quit. To find some excuse to justify eating. But every time I considered this, I thought of those starving children on the horn of Africa, and I decided I could go a little bit longer.
On Tuesday night, while I was hungry, I was thankful. Because I could serve my kids dinner. Homemade sausage rolls and veggies; one of their favourites. My mouth was watering, but my children were fed. A luxury that so many are not afforded.
On Wednesday, as the clock crept towards 12, and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, I was thankful. Because I could choose what I wanted to eat. My fridge was stocked, and the shops not far away. I could make a pig of myself if I wanted.
I thought of those families in Somalia, leaving their country to find another in the hope of refuge. I wondered how they felt when they knew that food was just around the corner. And for some of them, that would still be too late.
Today I am thankful for love handles. And that little flap of skin near my underarm that is disgustingly obvious if my bra is too tight. I’m thankful for all the days I ‘feel fat,’ because I am blessed with food. My family is blessed with food. My country is blessed with food.
I’m thankful that my kids, although they think they are starving, have never really been hungry.
I’m thankful that not only can we eat, but we can eat what we feel like.
I’m thankful that my body was able to breastfeed for so long; that I could take in enough, to give out enough, and have roly poly babies. I’m thankful that even when Ava decided to randomly wean herself, I had the choice of so many different types of formula, so I could give her second best.
And that, is a lot to be thankful for.
If you would like to sponsor me for the forty journey famine, please go to http://40hf.com/diaryofaSAHM and make a donation.
Linking up with Kate Says Stuff for Thankful Thursday.
What are you thankful for?