The powerful, healthy lungs that produce the ear-piercing noise.
The wealth and comfort that produces the towering laundry pile.
The budding intellects that inspire the endless maddening stream of questions.
The easy supply of food that produces the copious dishes in the sink.
The strength of spirit that produces the crazy-making misbehavior.
The imperfect family members that are here, now, that remind me of the imperfect family that I wish were here.
The fullness of this life that produces the clutter and work and exhaustion.
Happy Thanksgiving from this Clueless But Hopeful Mama
2 comments:
Perfect. Thanks (as always) for some perspective. Happy Thanksgiving :)
Thank you for this.
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