Thank you. Seriously, I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
I had one child screaming his lungs out wanting Oreos while I tried to soothe a fussy baby. I had a cart full of groceries that I was trying to maneuver to the front of the store through the crowded aisles. I was frustrated, I was on the verge of tears myself, and I was ready to lose it with my kids. All you did was smile at me, pat my babies' hands, and tell me how blessed I am to have such beautiful and healthy boys.
You didn't tell me to treasure these moments. You didn't tell me that these are the best days of my life. You didn't even tell me that the hard times would pass. You didn't ask me their names, or how old they are, or why they were crying. All you did is remind me how blessed I am.
And you know what? I am blessed. I have two beautiful boys. They are both healthy, happy, and strong. Are they perfect? Not by a long shot. But guess what, neither am I. They are mine and that is all I need to know.
So, sweet lady, thank you for reminding me of that. Thank you for reminding me just how blessed I truly am.
Sincerely,
A young-ish mother
