My Mother's Day was great. I enjoyed myself, the day and my family. But Mother's Day always gets me thinking, now that I am a mother, of how lucky I am to be a mother. This year it really hit home. One of my college roommates has recently lost her unborn child and I was not sure how she was taking this day. It just made me stop to think that I am so grateful of my boys.
I am grateful that they have been given to me. That I get to raise them and care for them and meet their needs. I am the one that the turn to in need and look for encouragement from. It is me that they hug and kiss and call for in the night.
I am grateful for their health. For the most part they are healthy happy boys. There are some food allergies and a little unknown issues with their digestive track, but this is all minor. They are healthy, growing boys. No big problems!
I love that you both seem to love each other. Now there are the little fights and screaming fits, but for the most part you both love each other. I know by the look on Little B's face when O is the first one to open the door in the morning. I you love each other when O runs up and gives you a hug. I know you love each other when you both are playing together in your power wheels. I am grateful for the opportunity to teach you to love each other.
I am grateful that O has become a team player and is enjoying playing Tball. The fact that he is learning how to work with others and really seems to enjoy it make me happy. I also want to instill fitness into his life and make it a way of life. I am grateful that it seems to be working.
I am grateful to be blessed with two wonderful little boys. There are so many women in the world that long to be mothers and can not, and there are those who have lost their little ones and making this day a hard one. I am grateful to have my babies with me and I don't want to take any minute for granted. I love them!