Fifty Days of Gratitude: Day Three

I’ve long considered three my lucky number.  I don’t know why exactly, but I don’t have to look far for the best example.  I am the very lucky momma of three of the most amazing people.  My kids.  My heart. 

They are uniquely their own people, and I hope that if I’ve done nothing else, I’ve fostered the value in that.  They have unique interests and work and hobbies and talents and styles.  And at the same time, they hold in common the idea that we are here on this earth to make a difference.  Not to amass wealth or things or bigger houses or more stuff, but to make a difference.  To have ideals and values and principles. 

They all have a great sense of humor and together they are a bundle of slightly sarcastic fun and joy.  They are all musical.  They will all break into song if the occasion warrants.  And I know that they would all be there in a nano-second if the other needed them. 

They are whip smart, each of them.  Don’t tell them, but I faked my way through a lot of their upbringing when they were studying things that were way over my head.  Quantum entanglement my foot.

Each of them has endured disappointment and each of them has known joy.  I know the looks on their faces when they struggle.  Woe to the one who hurts any of them.  I may not be able to fix it, but you can be very sure whose side I will stand on.

The greatest joy and the highest privilege of my entire life has been to be their mother, hands down.  And for this, these three, I am grateful.

One of my all time favorite Easter photos! Clearly T was thrilled about sitting on the Bunny's lap!