I am grateful that my parents decided 25 years ago that they were strong enough to take in a child with special needs. A child who they were told may not survive even just a few months because among other things, he was born addicted drugs. Born into a world so broken that I cannot even begin to imagine it. A child who was not supposed to walk, talk or communicate in any way but who surprises us in so many ways on a daily basis. When he first came into my life he was so small his head fit into the palm of my hand. Thomas is 25 today and he towers over me. He continually amazes me with all the progress he has made and all the obstacles he has overcome. He is a light in my life and I am grateful for him.
I am grateful for how incredibly close my little ones are to one another. I am reminded of their bond time and time again when I hear their laughter down their hall, when I see them going off to play together, even when they are fighting. Some people warn me to hold on to it as long as it lasts because one day their bond will fade. For now, for this time I am grateful.
Leah wanted to draw me a picture of her and Jordan together when she was 5 and he was 6 so that I would always remember what they look like when they were this age.
I have to admit it, October was a rough month. There were many days that I found myself wondering whether or not " the grass is greener". Wondering if I should go back to a 9 - 5 job. Sometimes the day to day life of being home with little ones, trying to be a good mother and hopefully a good wife can be difficult. Sometimes it is too easy for me to forget why I am home with my little ones and I let the time just slip away. All the while forgetting how lucky I am to spend this time with my family. Yes I deal with all the messes, all the runny noses and all the bickering but I also have the joy of hearing all the laughter and getting all the best hugs too. I am one lucky woman.