This is just an honest Thanksgiving post from a frazzled mom. While I’m trying to write this, my son is sitting on my lap yelling “put on Reading Eggs! Mommy mommy mommy…reading eggs…reading eggs…” while the dog barks incessantly at the window where she can see my husband outside chatting with neighbors. All I asked for this evening was some time to get my blog posts done. Maybe a quiet hour or two. I had a paid post I needed to get out on time, along with the accompanying social media stuff. It takes some time to get it all…
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It’s time for the official what makes me thankful Thanksgiving post! And for me, every day, I am most thankful my son has erased the bitterness that used to sit in my heart and eat away at me, especially around the holidays. I was always indifferent about having children. Take ’em or leave ’em. But mostly just take them far away from me. The day I found out I was pregnant for the first time I was more shocked than excited. It was a sudden life change I didn’t think I was ready for. And then slowly the idea grew…