Counting My Blessings

I just had to share these Mother's Day cards.

The first one is from my oldest daughter. She's 10 now. A real "tween"- caught between childhood and adolescence, and already showing signs of angst (I'm just hoping to make it through the next 10 years!). She made the card in school. Inside it is this poem, written by Rebecca Armstrong, May 1998:

I am your little flower, Mom

Please help me grow and bloom;

Take the weeds, but leave the roots

And give me lots of room.

Mom, you are my gardener;

My sunshine and my rain.

Too much will make me wither

With enough, I'll bloom again.

I am your little flower, Mom

I'm different from the rest;

Don't pick me Mom, just help

me grow

To be my very best.

Very appropriate advice for a mother on the verge of parenting a teenager- LOL!
Then, there is the card that my 7, almost 8, year old made me. She drew (from left to right):

Big Sister (A), Little Brother (D), one dog, two cats, and then herself (C). When she gave it to me she said, "And Mom, look- I drew Daniel in there, too!". She was so pleased with herself! I think she is going to be really close to her little brother- they'll be about 5 years apart in age- which is how much older I am than my "little brother".

I really counted my blessings this year on Mother's Day. I realize how lucky I am to have 2 wonderful and amazingly unique daughters. And I'm so grateful to have our son's referral, to be able to look at his sweet face in his picture, and to know that we'll have him to hold in real life within a couple of months.

To those of you still waiting to see your child's face, hang in there. Mother's Day must be so very hard, but you WILL see a Mother's Day when you are able to look at your child and count your blessings, too.