Cuckoo Thoughts March 26, 2008

For my birthday, Wil’s dad gave me a cuckoo clock.  He had apparently searched for quite some time to find me one that he thought I’d like and when he presented it to me, he beamed with pride.  I watched as he set it up and he showed me how to make the time current and how to wind it.  It’s pretty elaborate.  It has wood carvings of deer and birds and even some sort of hunting rifle.  The cuckoo bird comes out of a little door and little people dance around in a circle while the music box plays a happy tune. 

Honestly, at first, I wasn’t so sure about this thing.  Rifles and deer aren’t my bag and I’m not keen on hearing a clock chime every hour.  Wil put it up for me about a week after my brithday and it took my dog, Sylus, a little while to stop perking his ears up at every cuckoo. 

Last night, I was lying in bed reading the end of a great book and at 11pm, the clock went off with its 11 spaced out “cuckoo’s” and its little whimsical song.  I closed my eyes and thanked God for Wil’s dad and all the blessings that the day had brought me.  And then I realized why I had been given this clock.  It wasn’t because Wil’s dad thought that I was in need of a good clock or that I was being forced to take something that I’d never use and hardly liked.  I realized this clock made me think about family and I told myself right then each time I was present when the clock cuckooed, that I would thank God for atleast one blessing of my day.  It can be a simple blessing or something amazing that’s happened but as long as I take that moment, every hour I’m near the clock, to be thankful then this clock has brought me so much love and happiness with every tic toc.

This is not the actual clock but pretty darn close……..