Counting My Blessings

On Thursday Riley had a cold, and did not feel up to Girls on the Run. There had been some discord in the group while I was away and I was prepared to give them a stern talking to, so I was more than happy to let Riley stay home because she certainly would have taken it personally, even though she was not one of the ones acting out.

Girls on the Run wound up going really well. I walked home after it feeling good. My street is a very long street. I could see them way before they ever saw me. Riley and Seth were out in the yard, playing. She was twirling and running around happily. He was in his fedora, every now and then his play interrupted by a sudden burst of MJ moves.

Seeing them from far away…I smiled. With each step my heart just felt fuller and fuller.

The thought that went through my mind was this:

“There are two of the best people on the planet.”

And I know I’m their mom, and I might perhaps be a teeny bit biased, but they are really, really good kids. I am so blessed to get to have that thought. I am so blessed to get to be their mother.

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7 Responses to Counting My Blessings

  1. Kathy says:

    And they are such good teachers for you and THROUGH you for many other people, myself included.

  2. Heather says:

    Love.

  3. Chris says:

    lovely… and I’m blessed to know the whole fam…

  4. Kirsten says:

    I love that feeling–that I’m lucky to get to be my kids’ mom. And you are certainly entitled to it as well! Your kids ARE fantastic human beings.

  5. amanda says:

    Love the pic – is that your garden? Looks great!

    I need to remember that cosy feeling… hopefully it’ll get me through the rough ride heading our way over the next couple of weeks

  6. Kellyology says:

    One of the best things in the world for me is to watch my kids play with or talk to each other when they don’t know I’m looking or listening. Always fascinating.

  7. amber says:

    🙂

    love.

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