Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt asks us to write about something lucky that has happened to you and why. Well, for the life of me, I couldn’t think of something “lucky” that has happened. My family is Irish, what gives! Apart from the obvious “day I met my husband” or “being born in Canada” luck – I couldn’t think of anything to write about.
Then the phone rang at the perfect moment. It was my mother, who usually calls at the most inopportune times (it’s like she knows when I’m sitting down to eat dinner) and I knew she could help me. She always has an opinion on my blogs and can remind me about things I completely forgot had ever happened to me. It’s a really good thing I didn’t screen her call tonight because she was the inspiration for this post.
During our brainstorming, she remarked “It was lucky when you won that poetry contest from The Legion!” True, winning $25 for writing a short poem when I was 10 was pretty neat but is it really blog post worthy? Nah. Plus the poem itself is highly depressing as I wrote it about my Aunt who died the day after I was born from cancer. We couldn’t pinpoint anything lucky while we were on the phone, but afterwards I kept thinking about the poem and decided I am lucky. I was born to parents that instilled a love of reading and writing.
I am lucky to have a mother that read to me every night. I am lucky to have a sister that bought me a personalized storybook for me when I was 4. I am lucky to have a dad that could always be seen reading in our living room. I am lucky to have a little brother that let me write stories about him and sometimes for him. I am lucky to have a husband that suggests “reading books” as something fun to do. I am lucky to have a sister in law that always has great book recommendations. Turns out, I am pretty lucky.