Thirty Days of Gratitude, Day 19: Bringing out the Big Stuff!

Now that it’s the week of Thanksgiving, I’m going to the big guns: the big things I’m thankful for in my life.  I’ve already talked about Dear Husband in this post.  Today, it’s my little urchins for which I’m grateful.

I adore my children.  Also, there are times I want to disown them.  Usually that happens right about in the middle of Target.  Nevertheless, I am so grateful for my son and daughter.  They are such different and such amazing little people.

My son is pensive; you can see his brain’s wheels turning as he processes how something works.  He is excellent at math and putting things together, whether Lego sets or school projects.  He is exceptionally kind.  When he meets someone new, he reaches out to that person and shakes his or her hand.  He has the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen and EVERY WOMAN who has ever met him has said they want his gorgeous eye lashes.  He is smart, funny, and loves football.

My daughter is a little spitfire. She is smart as a whip; she has the vocabulary of a child three times her age and uses it correctly.  She is shy and yet fearless.  She is hilarious and has a flair for the dramatic at times.  She loves her mommy fiercely.  In fact, anyone that she has decided is ok – an approval process that takes about a year – will be her friend for life.  Don’t cross her, though, or you’ll never become one of her peeps.

I’ve always said that my children are just like their births.  Weird, yes, but it’s true.

My son went by the book – he followed all the rules.  Everything progressed slowly and deliberately, labor was fairly easy and progressed normally – everything was just fine.  Slow and steady and good.

My daughter, on the other hand, did not.  I had to be induced, and we waited and waited and waited, and the doctor said we could be here for hours and hours more.  That was at 2 PM.  My daughter was born in a flourish at 2:20 PM.  She just decided it was time to come out, I guess.  I had an awfully horrible contraction, pushed three times, and she arrived.  Just like that.  And she’s done just about everything in that same way ever since.

Just like their births, they are.

I am so grateful for them and their beautiful and unique souls.

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