As both my young adult sons return home for the holiday, I've promised myself to bite my tongue about sleepless nights and randomly scattered piles of "stuff." Instead, I will focus on counting my blessings. I'm fortunate to have many, although sometimes it takes a holiday to serve as a reminder.
My two children have taught me much. I am especially thankful for both of them, because:
They tell me 50 is still young, that I look good for my age, and they say this with conviction.
They devour the whole package of Little Debbies before I manage to get my hands on it.
They prove to me that good music has indeed been recorded after 1983.
They know how to work the universal remote and the router.
They help me acknowledge and understand my mistakes.
They laugh at my good jokes and fake a smile at my bad ones.
They occasionally nod and agree that one more cat or dog won't necessarily make me a crazy lady.
They may someday provide me with grandchildren.
They pursue their dreams and are willing to take me along for the ride.
They end every phone conversation with the words, "Love you."
And that makes every dirty dish and every stress-filled moment worthwhile.
What are you thankful for?