I catch myself staring. Funny, I think with a smile, because I recall a long ago classmate writing a paper on the hypnotic trances I would go into during class.
It’s not space anymore that my gaze fixates on.
There are 3 living, breathing beings. I grew in my body. I labored. I delivered.
They aren’t perfect yet…they are.
My breath catches in my throat sometimes. I blink back tears that threaten to show themselves.
I made them. They came from my body. That amazes me.
I wonder if they know? I wonder if my words, embraces and kisses planted wherever they may land translates the depth of my love. Even when I’m yelling and throwing my hands up in frustration and ready to run where my name isn’t known. They must know how I adore them.
My loves. My heart.
Without them life would be quiet, less stressful, neater, not so expensive…
So on this Thanksgiving, I’m so thankful for my children. Who drive me nuts. They swell then break my heart. They make me laugh and cry. They make me miserable and complete.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. Well…maybe for a week or so here and there.
What are you thankful for?
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you and your families!