I am thankful.
I was floored by this attitude. This seems like such a refreshing attitude from a "child of privilege". Now, I know nothing about this guy (other than whose son he is), so he could just be blowing smoke, but it's so different from the whining that a lot of celebrities seem to do about how difficult their fame is. Yes, the paparazzi is relentless, but without them people like Paris Hilton would not be household names.
It also made me think hard about my own life and attitudes. Why do I feel like the world's going to end when my kids are being their strong-minded, willful little selves? They are both healthy, happy (mostly), good (occasionally) kids. Our family has a nice house to live in, clothes to wear, good food to eat. I'm very fortunate that I'm married to someone I love madly and who is successful enough to allow me to pursue my passion instead of packing the kids off to daycare every morning so I can work all day at an office job that I hate in order to pay the bills each month. I'm so very lucky to have in-laws that I adore and who are very involved in their grandchildren's lives - I can work at a yarn shop thanks to their free childcare services. And yet I still find plenty of opportunities to complain.
What is it about human nature that makes us so prone to negativity? Or is it just me? Is there truly a personality type that only sees the glass half-empty? Was I born this way, or did I develop some kind of mental defect that prevents me from seeing and enjoying everything good about my life? I'd sure like to know the secret, if there is one, to flipping that glass around so it's half full... Maybe the key is to seek out little tidbits, like that thrown out by Parker-Bowles, that make me stop and step outside of myself for a bit. It's always good to get a little perspective on things.
Not that everything's always a black cloud around here - it's just that I spend a lot of time ticked off because the kids are screaming and fighting (and won't listen to a thing I say), Bill left his dirty dishes on the kitchen counter that I spent the morning cleaning, and the living room floor is impossible to walk on without crushing dozens of Cheerios into the carpet. In the big scheme of things, a little bit of Cheerio dust just isn't that big of a deal.