I am thankful for: Day Two.

I have written several posts about the special bond I have with my son, so it should come to no surprise that he is by far one of the things I am most grateful for.

One of my greatest achievements is being a mom. Growing up I was one of those girls that dreamed about having a kid, it was part of the reason at that time I wanted to be a teacher. I didn't care if it was a girl or boy just that it was a healthy. I suppose we all want the same thing.

I have to say when it comes to the kid department, I definitely lucked out. I have the worlds greatest kid. No joke. And he is my pride and joy. There isn't a day that goes by that I marvel at his achievements, his inner ability to be empathetic to anyone he comes across, including his teacher this past week. His attention to everyone's else baffles me and makes me proud to be the mom of the man he is becoming.

It takes a special kind of kid to hug his mom and ponder how you can play something with one hand because he wants his mom to experience the same sort of magic and fun that he gets to experience.

Special indeed.
And yes he is love.

No matter what kind of day I have had, he is there. He keeps me going. I can have the most craptastic of a day and the moment he comes running through the door displaying that gorgeous little grin, the craptastic day just vanished. It is moments like that when I find myself forever grateful for him. 

And I am grateful for the opportunity to be a mom. It is not something I take lightly as I know so  many who would love to be in my position.

Being a mom?

Well that, I am grateful every day for it.

Day One: I am thankful for the ability to walk.

So what am I thankful for? The ability to walk to begin with. I know what your thinking, what about family and friends. I assure they will be there. They are not forgotten but lets start here shall we.

And why am I grateful for walking? It was the reason I got the idea behind the month of what I am thankful for as a woman came in to a store the other day complaining because she had to spent the next six to eight weeks in the cast on her foot. She started complaining about everything she couldn't do. I sat there listening in line as she went on and on to her friend, and my first thought was, she is lucky to walk.

Me? I wasn't supposed to ever walk. In fact they told my parents I wouldn't. Thankfully my parents were pretty stubborn and determined to get me to and so they worked with me for months behind the doctors back, and slowly I did. Believe me I realize how close I was to having my life spent in a wheelchair.

I remember wearing those braces on my leg as a kid, getting fit for them on my foot. I remember the struggle.  And there is not a day that goes by that I don't look down at my feet, sure I may walk with a slight limp  and I can't wiggle my right toes, but you know I am walking. I have two feet that work. And most never know the struggle I went through as a kid.

Yes, I have had friends who have lived in wheelchairs, and wear braces on their legs as an adult. I know of the struggles they go through. I know just how much they wish they could walk. Even if for one day.  For them spending  8 weeks in a cast seems pretty good.

That woman eventually went on about her day, and I said nothing. I didn't need to. I doubt she would have gotten the message anyway.

But I walked out of there, and practically skipped with my son to my car.

Thankful I could.