Dear Children:
What a lovely life I have. I never had this expectation: of you, your partners and your children. When you were young, I was busy wondering what to do and how to do it. Then as you grew older, I watched in fascination and delight as your lives unfolded.
There have been some bad times when I pissed you off, you worried me and vice versa. I acknowledge having been a buttinsky and not having been a perfect mother. But I couldn’t be happier. From the oldest to the youngest and everyone in between (can there possibly be 17 of you?), I love you and cherish you.
What more could I want? Okay, I want a husband who is the father of my children and who is steady as a rock. I want a man who knows my history, who has a kind heart, and is sentimental. Bingo! Got that.
I want the rest of my sisters and beloved in-laws to live forever and my stepmother to live as long as she is happy. So far so good.
I want friends who are with me through thick and thin, who shore me up and settle me down. I want friends who know my worst and love me anyway. I want a warm circle of nurturing that makes me feel as if I am on a comfy couch with a fire in the fireplace. Yes!
FaceBook has even provided me with daily updates on my nieces and nephews…including greats and grands…
I have it all. I have you all. I’m thankful.
xxoo
A Letter to my Children 
Cheers! Happy Thanksgiving ❤
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To you, too, my love.
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After visits to three big cities to visit family and friends who I had not visited in over a decade, I realised how much I have to be grateful for. I was wrapped up in a great deal of love and affection and fussed over and spoilt by people for no reason other than just wanting to do so. I too am blessed. Thank you for pointing me to that way of thinking.
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It’s interesting, isn’t it, that we can take something so vital as a mundane part of our lives. I’m thankful that I don’t have to experience a lack of love in order to appreciate it.
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