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Logan piped up first and said he was thankful for all the things we have. I asked him to specify what he meant, to which he said our house, clothes, food. I smiled as I thought of his mature response.
I looked at Meghan next, who said she was thankful for having parents she can talk to. That made me smile, and I again marvelled about how mature and deep my daughter is.
Finnegan did not say anything but then, he is only three, so I don’t expect a mature and deep response from him. He just looked at me with his giant green eyes and even bigger eyelashes and I knew he was thankful for everything. The kid has the most soulful eyes I’ve ever seen.
We drove along silently for a couple of minutes before Logan looked up from his Nintendo DS and asked “What are you thankful for mommy?”
“My bed” I said without hesitation.
I got a “MOMMMMMMMMMMMM” from Logan and laughter from Meghan.
I think they thought I was joking...
No seriously, I’m thankful for many things and here they are:
1. My kids – thank you kids, for first stretching the crap out of mommy’s body before rocketing through said body with your 15 inch heads through a 10 centimetre opening. Then sucking the life out of me, literally for a year each. Thank you for keeping me awake every single night of my life, because sleep is truly for the weak and I always wanted to be strong. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to clean the interior of my car on a regular basis when you vomited from car sickness and for providing items so I would always have a full load of laundry. Poopy pants were very much appreciated so I could test out the true power of both my gag reflex and the strength of my laundry detergent. Thank you for helping assist my natural paranoia into full bloom wondering first if you were breathing, then if you would ever talk, then if you would ever shut up, then if hormones would hit as hard as they did me at puberty. It’s good to know I am not alone in serious PMS. Thank you for making sure I get my daily reading in, I really enjoy Captain farty pants or whoever that was or the teletubbies touch and feel book. I always wondered what Tinky Winky’s purse really felt like. Thank you for making sure I always have “me time”. The hours between 11pm and 5am are paradise, when you haven’t had night terrors, wet the bed or snuck in to “snuggle” and are now lying diagonally across the entire bed.
2. My job – Thank you job for keeping me busy and out of trouble, if it weren’t for you I would have way too much time on my hands to get into mischief. Thank you for placing me in a “box” and reminding me that out of the box thinking is preferred. A box is a box, and when you are in a box, aren’t you thinking IN the box?
3. My family – thank you mom, dad, sisters, cousins, other relatives I’ve stolen or procured along the way. It’s important to know where you come from and just how messed up you’re going to be in the future. It’s always fun to get together and compare who is the most dysfunctional. I win. Competition is a good thing and it’s a good lesson that the person with the louder voice always gets heard. Yes, my piece was bigger because mom and dad clearly love me more.
4. My friends – thank you friends for reminding me that I may be messed up but I have great company along the way. Thanks for telling me I look good when I haven’t had any sleep, have toddler toothpaste (or worse) on my black shirt and have my hair in a pony tail because the 3.4 minutes I Have to get ready in the morning dictated it was pony tail day today. Thanks for providing the vodka when it was needed and not saying anything when I cried real tears complete with snot, leaking like a faucet from my nose.
5. My husband – Thank you for groping me in the morning when we pass in the hallway on the way to our parallel lives, intimacy is important in a marriage. It’s good we get quality time when the kids go to bed, we snore in tandem, which is a great demonstration we are truly in sync. Thank you for bringing me flowers the four times you have in the last seven years, it was a great demonstration of love and romance. Thank you for always giving me an opportunity to have meaningful conversations with you when I remind you for the tenth time to please fix the shower that is now leaking even when the tap is off. It’s good that your nano second memory keeps the passion alive in our relationship. Who said anger wasn’t passion? Thanks for bringing fun into our lives by acting like the biggest kid of all. Making sure my laptop continues to work well is so thoughtful, I totally understand that the five hours a night you play games on it is for “testing” purposes.
Before anyone gets offended, please note that I am (mostly) kidding! The people in my life are my anchor, without you all to drive me crazy I wouldn’t be who I am. I’d be a much quieter, saner version. Now THAT would be boring.
Love ya,
Shan
