Something to be thankful for

Tonight, while listening to Delilah, I heard a mother call in and express gratitude for laundry and snotty noses. It touched my heart. I, too, am thankful this year for all things Mommy. The jelly smears on my thighs and shoulders, the endless supply of food that miraculously appears under the kitchen bar, the welcoming drops I routinely find on the seat of the toilet that remind me how lucky I am to have two children that are potty trained–I wouldn’t trade one second of it.

Sometimes, as a mom, I whine and complain about the menial tasks that fill my day and regularly hinder me from accomplishing anything great. But I know that someday I’m going to look back on these little bricks that make up motherhood, and be grateful for the tower of strength my family has to lean on. I’m building that tower, one brick at a time. (Well, me and my benefactor, since Jason pays for the bricks.)

This week’s article is very near and dear to my heart. Sometimes a mother’s trials so far surpass anything I could possibly imagine, they seem unbearable. Click on my face to read about little Tegan, and if you’ve been blessed with healthy children, or any children for that matter, today is a good day to thank the Lord for them.


  1. When Fiona was in treatment, we met a family that had adopted a baby and when she was two, they found a malignant brain tumor. They suffered through chemo treatments, only to have the poor, sweet little girl die. While our road was tough, I can’t even begin to imagine the devastation that comes from not being able to have children, finally being able to adopt and then something like this happening.

  2. Thanks for that column. I’ll send what I can.

  3. children ———-something to be thankful for.
    Even when your oldest is 37 and youngest 25. and I love it when they still call me “mommy”

    so thankful

  4. *this is a little Thanksgiving smooch for you. :*

  5. As much as I’d like to be like Marjorie Hinckley, I don’t know if I’ll ever manage to be truly thankful for peanut butter and jelly smears on my clothes–but I *am* truly, truly grateful for the little monsters who leave them there.

  6. Great post 🙂