Right after my third child was born, I had an experience that has stuck with me. It was late at night and we had to stop by the store to pick something up for a friend. The kids and I were exhausted so my husband went in by himself. While he was in the store I was just kind of having a mental pity party about how I didn't feel good, hardly slept, and how the baby had finally fallen asleep in the car and I had to waste that time waiting instead of sleeping in my bed. During this process I looked up at the street light and saw moths swarming all around it as moths do. I thought that was kind of disgusting and equated it to how I was feeling at the time.
As soon as I had that thought, my then two year old gasped, and with all the glee and enthusiasm that only a two year old can have he cried out
"Mommy! LOOK! White butterflies!!"
I smiled and asked him if he like that, he said yes, and that it was really pretty. Since then, when I'm feeling sorry for myself, I ask myself "Do I see moths, or do I see white butterflies?"
Just a reminder to look at things in a positive light!