Counting My Blessings: #4 and #5

If you’re just join­ing me as I count my bless­ings, you might also be inter­ested in read­ing these:

• Bless­ing #1 — Con­nec­tion to Nature and Uni­ver­sal Truths
• Bless­ing #2 — The Husband
• Bless­ing #3 — My Health

I apol­o­gize for miss­ing my Bless­ings post yes­ter­day — I was just too wiped out from that sleep study test to think straight.  Any­way, it’s appro­pri­ate that today’s post be dou­bled up since bless­ings #4 and #5 are my two chil­dren — aka The Daugh­ter and The Son.

It might seem a bit like filler but I feel the need to list each of my chil­dren as indi­vid­ual bless­ings.  After all, they are indi­vid­u­als and they bring their own indi­vid­ual bless­ings into my life.

So, Bless­ing #4 is The Daughter.

Ah, my daugh­ter.  My first-born.  The first to gift me with the title of Mom.

Nat­u­rally, she’s beau­ti­ful with flaw­less porce­lain skin, lux­u­ri­ously thick red-tinged chest­nut hair, and big, shock­ingly blue eyes.  Add to the pack­age an adorable booty and a gen­er­ous but not bur­den­some bosom.  But, as we all know, beauty is only skin deep; we also know that “beauty is as beauty does.”  As pleas­ing as she might be to the eye, The Daughter’s true beauty is internal.

The Daugh­ter is sweet­ness defined.  She’s smart and clever; gen­er­ous and gen­tle.  She’s funny and cre­ative and charm­ing and guile­less.  Never a coquette or drama queen.

One of The Daughter’s most amaz­ing and sur­pris­ing gifts (sur­pris­ing because it’s a trait not shared by any­one on either side of our fam­ily) is her sense of self-confidence.  This child has a qual­ity of self-confidence that I can’t even con­ceive of.  I’m not talk­ing about arro­gance or bravado or even self-assuredness.  It’s just that she knows who she is, what she’s about, and what she is and is not inter­ested in doing.

This self-confidence, cou­pled with a Pisces’ abil­ity to adapt and go-with-the-flow, my daugh­ter is a gifted peace-maker, wel­comed by all and threat­ened by none.

And, bless­ing #5 is The Son.

Ah, The Son.  My baby.  My boy.  A chal­lenge and a delight and the truest of blessings.

Like his sis­ter, The Son is well put together.  Tall and lanky with a head of thick wavy hair, pretty green eyes, a broad chest, and nicely shaped rear end, he already gets looks of appre­ci­a­tion from ‘tweens.

His ten­der soul and snuggle-bunny nature means he’s sure to grow up to be some woman’s dream come true.  Best of all, he’s com­pletely unaware of his phys­i­cal attrib­utes and has not a sin­gle drop of van­ity.  He’s 100% boy; 0% machismo.

The boy is witty and clever, insight­ful and sen­si­tive.  He’s well-read, astute, broad-minded, and very, very smart; he’s got the eye and sen­si­tiv­ity and maybe even the tal­ent of an artist. He’s the per­son­i­fi­ca­tion of the say­ing, “still waters run deep.”

He’s also mad­den­ingly obliv­i­ous and shock­ingly cluess­less.  How­ever, since com­ing to terms with the fact that he prob­a­bly has Asperger’s Syn­drome, The Son has by sheer force of will started to pay more atten­tion to the world around him and fig­ure out how and where he fits in.  Any­one not put off by his quirk­i­ness is quickly cap­ti­vated by his charm.

I am blessed and hon­ored to be their mother.

Related posts:

1. Day 27
2. Blo­gus Interruptus
3. Lov­ing My Life …