I don't want to sound sappy, but I love Mother's Day. It's the day that I have only been able to celebrate for the last 5 years and I am so grateful. I waited so long to have my son and have recently discovered that his conception, gestation, and healthy beginning are even more miraculous than I had thought. I would just like to take a moment to reflect on how wonderful my life is today. I am grateful for my loving, committed spouse who is my best friend. I know people say that but it's really true for me. My only problem is that there are times that I think I don't deserve all this good fortune. I suppose that just like we are taught to accept suffering, we need to accept to good as well. Isn't that what they mean by looking a gift horse in the mouth? Best not to do it.
I am grateful for having a healthy, smart son. He's funny and affectionate and delights me on a daily basis. I know how lucky I am to have him.
I am grateful for parents and siblings who love me.
I am grateful for having the greatest friends in the world. They are smart, funny, amazing women who are each living their unique lives and braving this world in such wonderful ways. They are my heroes.
I am grateful to live in a nice house that is cool in the summer and warm in the winter. It protects me and my family in storms. I can sleep safely at night and not worry about bombs or guns. If I need to go somewhere, I can get in my car and go. I have freedom of movement, thought, and speech. I have food to eat or the means to get it if I need it. I have clothes and shoes and water. I am truly grateful for all of that.
I am grateful for my comfortable bed with soft, clean sheets. I am grateful for my ceiling fan and for the fact that I don't have to worry about mosquitoes and malaria. I am grateful for my quiet neighborhood and kind neighbors.
I am grateful for coffee in the morning. I am grateful for fat-free half and half (one of the greatest items on earth, I believe). I am grateful for having a washer and dryer and a dishwasher. I am grateful for my clean house.
I am grateful that my son can attend a good school without fear of violence. I am grateful that I can afford books for him and that he can read.
I am grateful for music and the devices that allow me to listen to it, including my ears. I am grateful for the gift of sight and smell. I am grateful for soft textures to touch.
I am also grateful for the little boy that keeps interrupting me so that I can't write this blog! Sorry for the abrupt ending.