Granted

asked us to list 5 things that you sometimes (or alwaystake for granted.

Before COVID, we took seeing our family for granted. During lockdown, and having my daughter just down the road, and not being able to see her was horrible. We missed out on so much growing up of my granddaughter. Going to the shops, parks, or just spending time with each other was really hard.

I do tend to take my husband for granted. He isn’t perfect, but then neither am I. He cooks my dinner, most days of the week. When I am upset, he is the first one to give me a cuddle, to make sure I am okay. He has retired, so his days are quite long. I sometimes forget he needs to have someone say he is great too. We have been married for thirty-four years, and I love him as much as I did when we were first married.

I take having a roof over my head for granted sometimes, I don’t mean to. My house needs so much doing to it. My kitchen ceiling needs replacing, but at least I have the money to fix it this time. I can go to sleep knowing I am safe, my son, husband, daughter, granddaughter are safe. Sometimes we focus on what is going wrong, rather than what is going right.

I take what I can do for granted, or rather I don’t give myself the credit for what I can do right. I hate making mistakes, will be more annoyed than anyone else could ever be. I will be kind for others and don’t put them to such a high standard.

We take freedom for granted, and it is important to understand our freedom is important. Being able to get up each day, and not be worried for our safety. To know if we speak out, there is no danger to what we say. There are many, who don’t have the right of free speech. We need to be grateful for our rights, when there are parts of the world who don’t.

Even in my own country, there are women, and men, in relationships where they have no freedom. Where they are monitored every day, and cannot say anything for fear of violence. They are led to believe they are the ones at fault, not their partners. I am lucky to be married to a man, who would never hurt me in that way.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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