When I look around me, at all I have and all I don't have, when I think of what there is to be grateful for.... my first thought is of my son. That sweet, kind, beautiful, long-haired boy who calls me mom. And when I think of him, my heart just wants to burst, because there is no way it can hold the crazy amount of love that I feel for him. From before he ever even took his first breath, I have loved him. The first time I held him in my arms, I loved him even more. Every single day, every single moment that has passed since then, I have loved him more. And every moment still to come, I will love him more.
I am grateful he is my son. I am grateful for his gentle ways.
I am grateful that he still unabashedly holds my hand, anywhere, anytime.
I am grateful for his forgiving nature and his understanding.
I am grateful for our routine of hugs and kisses at bedtime each night.
I am grateful for his silly jokes and how he loves to try and prank me.
I am grateful for his gladness in being my only child.
I am grateful for his concern for me.
I am grateful for his love of soccer and dedication to the things he loves.
I am grateful for his courage to stand up to bullies every day, for himself and for others who are bullied.
I am grateful for his strength to go against social norms, because what he loves isn't "normal".
I am grateful for his patience with me, as I work every day to figure out how to be a better mother.
I am grateful for his full, happy laugh.
I am grateful for his crooked smile.
I am grateful for the way he makes me want to be a better person.
I am grateful for the way he loves me, no requirements, no stipulations, just pure love.
I am grateful for everything, every thought and idea, every single atom and molecule that combines together to make him who he is.
I am grateful for every single day I have with him.