hop on ye ole gravy train

Note to my friends with younger children:: this 'sMother' thing you're doing ? Will come back to emotionally maim you + bite you in ass when they get older. For the past two days, the girls have been home for the holiday. After 9 and 12 years of life, they're completely capable of getting themselves a glass of water, something to eat , finding a lost headband...ENTERTAINING themselves. You would think. But in the early days, I was so good at being at their beck and call, they truly do not think they are capable of anything - or maybe don't want to be (what sane person would turn down their own personal, lady in waiting ) . So, this means that every time I try and sit down at the computer, take a business call or do anything that might possibly NOT include taking care of, or entertaining them... I hear the baleful caw of the baby bird at the bottom of the stairs , 'mmmMMMAAAAWWM'? Thus I'm getting very little done. What I don't sound thankful? Thankful that every day I wake up knowing that I have two beautiful girls who are healthy, strong, considerate, creative, loving and good thinkers? I am. More than you can imagine. This mothering thing, was truly a gift I probably didn't deserve on a lot of levels, and one that I never take for granted. Ever. Sure I get irritated fromtime to time ( and, you would too if someone asked you where the butter was....um, did you look in the fridge? no, can you? ) but I know that my time is very limited with them. Before I know it, they'll want little to do with me and it will be I who starts calling and bugging them. I have a lot to be thankful for. So, Happy Turkey Lurkey day. It's really all about this gratitude thing, this gravy of life. I found these lovely little thanksgiving Thank Set over at my friend Audrey's blog, parcel post. They're hand created by the aptly named....Simple Song. I think these, or your own version of these, would be a great bonus to the holiday table this year......

write down your thanks and hang it from the chandeliers. xo