Forever Grateful
Do you have something or someone in your life now you will always be grateful for?
When my 1 year old son spills food onto carpet, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son laughs when I trip over his tiny trucks, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son interrupts my much desired sleep at two in the morning, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son happily tears my precious paperwork, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son leaves bite marks on my arms, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son wakes me up in an early Saturday morning with a sloppy kiss, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son plays catch-me-if-you-can during dress-ups, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son kicks me smiling as I lull him to sleep, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son chucks bread sticks in my partner’s underwear drawer, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son makes noise when an important call is to be answered, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son mimics my serious verbal exchanges with him, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son tosses the remote control every time I watch telly, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son knocks over the pile of folded clothes, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son makes a silent but deadly announcement that he just pooped, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son bangs his head on mine, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son hints to play peek-a-boo during my arvo rest time, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son struggles during nappy change and stains my shirt with his poop, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son drools and makes my office clothes a human size bib, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son snubs my homemade purée, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son licks my running shoes, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son throws his toys everywhere, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son cries and looks for his Papa even if I am around, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son keeps clattering as I try to doze off, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son dials my boss’ number in the wee hours of the morning, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son plays with a marker and writes on clothes, bed sheets and lounge covers, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
When my 1 year old son screams Mama amidst a praise and worship group, I still manage to smile and thank heavens for him.
Whatever he does, wherever he goes I will forever be grateful to God for my son David.
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A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's. -- Diana, Princess of
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