Why I Am Blessed
I read a post last week from a woman who I have never met in person, but who sometimes inspires me and sometimes makes me chuckle with her writings. You can read her post here at http://pamelahutchins.com/2011/01/12/i-can-be-your-hero-baby/ I’ve been thinking about that post everyday since I read it. It’s about one of those things that you know you should do, but you sometimes get busy with the work part of living — the hard stuff — that you forget to do the good things that make others feel loved by you and that lift them up as often as you should. It had to do with words and praise.
It was a good reminder for me to remember to praise my own children more often and use kind words to encourage them, and not think that the only way to get them to do the things they should is by using more harsh words in the way of scolding or chastising them for not doing better on something. Because the truth is, my children are a blessing to me. They are, in fact, the greatest blessing of my life. I couldn’t have asked for two better kids. They are the loves of my life and what truly makes me the happiest in life.
I always knew I wanted to have children and be a mother. But for a long time, I didn’t know if I would even be able to have any at all. And I was trying to make peace with the fact that maybe it would never happen for me.
When it finally did happen, I was elated and knew my dreams of being a mother would now make my life more fulfilled. …and it has, indeed.
I never thought I would be a single mother, but that’s how it’s ended up. I’ve raised my kids alone for the past almost 9 years now. It’s not been easy, either. But I would NOT trade my motherhood or my two children for anything in the world.
My kids are almost grown now. My daughter is 19 and in college, and my son is 16 and will be starting college in the fall. They both still live at home with me, but I know that won’t last forever. So, I do try to cherish every moment with them now, while they are here with me everyday, while I can.
Like the other night when they offered to make shrimp tempura with zucchini and carrots. I’d been having kind of a rough morning, which they noticed. So, of course, I took them up on the offer. I’ve taught them both how to cook (as well as how to do their own laundry, which they do) and they do a pretty good job of it. I took a peek in on them after they had started, and my heart just sang at the sight of them! My daughter was in one corner of the kitchen dredging the shrimp in flour
… and my son was in the opposite corner battering up the ones his sister had already done.
Then my daughter brought her laptop into the kitchen so they could listen to their own music. I have my kitchen radio turned to some station that plays classic rock and 70’s music, and they know not to touch the dial!
After she started the music, she went right back to flouring the shrimp, while my son continued to work his magic.
Then it was time to start the fry pot. In the meantime, my daughter made a zucchini tower. Afterall, there still kids!
I stood there and watched them work together, while they laughed and talked about things that mattered to them. I felt so lucky and so blessed to have these two wonderful human beings in my life. They were trying to give me a break from everything and some time to do what I wanted while they made supper. They’re caring and thoughtful, and they will pull together when they have to in order to get something accomplished.
Before long, the food was ready. They had let me sample a few of the shrimp, and it was tasting really good!
We laid a blanket on the floor in the living room and made a sort-of picnic. (Yes, we do have a dinner table. But, sometimes, just for old time’s sake, we like to pull our picnic blanket out and do like we did when the kids were little and make a picnic in the living room.) We talked and enjoyed our meal together. I was truly happy, as I am anytime I get to spend time with them together.
I told them thank you for making supper, and that I would do the clean-up. I felt so much better than I did earlier in the day. And I couldn’t help but think how good my life is because of these two kids. We’re very close, and I hope we always will be. And whenever I count my blessings, guess what number one and number two are?!