Counting My Blessings: #8

If you’ve missed any of the first six posts (seven bless­ings) in this theme, you can check them out here:

• Bless­ing #1 — Con­nec­tion to Nature and Uni­ver­sal Truths
• Bless­ing #2 — The Husband
• Bless­ing #3 — My Health
• Bless­ings #4 and 5 — My Children
• Bless­ing #6 — My Circumstances
• Bless­ing #7 — The Husband’s Health

Today’s bless­ing is my mom.  My mother.  The woman who brought me into this world;  who cared for me and loved me and nur­tured me into adult­hood and beyond.

I am grate­ful to my mom for my upbring­ing.  She raised me and my sib­lings on her own and through the years we saw some really tough times.

My mother is not a per­fect woman and she’d be the first to admit it.  But whom among us is?  Still, there was never any ques­tion that we were always her top pri­or­ity.  I grew up know­ing one thing for sure: my mom would have laid down her life for any one of us at any time.

My mother has many won­der­ful traits; many strengths and assets. She is gen­er­ous — and not just finan­cially.  She’s gen­er­ous with her time, her energy, her love, and her pos­ses­sions.  She’s kind and car­ing.  She’s incred­i­bly intel­li­gent and cre­ative and resilient and for­giv­ing and tol­er­ant and youth­ful and funny and tal­ented.  She’s empathic and understanding.

I am also incred­i­bly grate­ful to my mom for being such a fab­u­lous Grannie.  She has enriched my children’s lives in count­less ways and I can’t imag­ine their lives with­out her pres­ence. My chil­dren would emphat­i­cally assure you that my mom is the great­est Grannie a kid could ask for.  She dotes on her grand­chil­dren and spoils them in all the right ways — with love and patience and time and her indi­vid­ual attention.

My mom and I are best friends.  I love her.  She is a true bless­ing in my life.

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