But I think I'm ready now...
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. My mom and my Morris came up. I made a big spread. I tend to go over board, plus cooking for Babyson means most of it is made from scratch. We had a whole turkey, which is now being made into stock for future uses (would you believe that just over a year ago I had and aversion to touching bone-in poultry? Couldn't stand it. Made me gag. Now I de-bone my own chicken and make my own stock. I still don't like to eat it on the bone, but I can touch it now!), mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, broccoli casserole (because Babyson can't have green beans), home made cranberry sauce, home made gravy, and bread made in the crock pot (an experiment I will have to tell you about later...). I also made a pumpkin pie and whipped my own cream. My point in all of this is, I was so busy planning and making this feast, I forgot to think and remember what I was thankful for, what I was blessed with.... I also forgot to go grocery shopping for regular everyday food, so we have no food in the house besides left overs, but that is besides the point... Erhm...
As I sit here listening and looking at my sweet beautiful mother, snuggle with my wonderful daughter, listen to my boys pester and tease each other, I feel the need to express what I am thankful for. Blessed with...
I am Blessed 2 B the daughter of my mother. My Mother is wonderful and one of my heroes. She has been through a lot in her life, but she has always come out on top. She is a strong woman who rolls with the punches and makes lemonade out of the lemons life gives her. I am proud to say that I am a lot like her. I always had a happy home. I always felt loved and taken care of. No matter how hard things were. I hope I can pass that on to my own children.
I am Blessed 2 B the daughter of three wonderful men. I only knew my biological father for just over 3 years. But what I remember of him is wonderful. I don't remember any bad. I remember love. I remember his hands. Holding me, playing with me, comforting me. I remember dancing with him, and the surprises he always had for me in his shirt pockets.
My Mother started dating my first step father when I was 4. All of my childhood memories have him in them. Even after he and my mom divorced, he still saw me as his daughter. And he still does.
When I was 15, my Mama married my second step father, Morris. I call him my Morris, because a lot of people these days have step fathers, but only I have a Morris. He was there when I was going through my rebellious teenage years and all the ups and downs that came with them. And he still loves me! He takes good care of my Mama. It warms my heart...
I am Blessed 2 B the mother of my children. Some say that before we are born, while we are still spirits in heaven, we choose who we want to be born to. If that is true, I am so very honored and humbled that my children chose me to be their mother. That God saw me fit to raise them is a great blessing.
My daughter, my Babygirl. She is so beautiful, both inside and out. She is so much smarter and mature than I was at her age. She teaches me wisdom and love every day. She has an amazing ability for doing whatever she puts her mind to.
My Eldestson. He teaches me kindness and determination. He is so smart, he blows me away. He also has an amazing ability to do whatever he puts his mind to. He has it in his mind to go to Harvard or MIT or the Air Force Academy one day, and I am sure he will make it.
My Babyson. He has been my life changing child. He has grown up with allergies and asthma and ADHD, and has never complained. He rolls with the punches. And he overcomes. These have been a part of his life from almost the beginning. But they have not defined him. He has taught me patience. Lots of patience. Because of him, I have found a better way to feed my family, and a new found passion in how to take care of them.
I am Blessed 2 B the wife of my Husband. We have been through so much, so many ups and downs. And we are still in this together. He teaches me the power of hope. Of how someone can overcome and change their life. And that each day is a lesson in choices and forgiveness. We all have choices in this life. Some we make, some that are made for us. It is what we do with these choices that defines us.
And, because I am Blessed 2 B the child of my Creator, I have received all of these blessings. He has been with me through out my life. He knows how terminally screwed up I am, and my hopeless ability to screw up my life and everything in it. And He loves me anyways. He has always loved me. Even before me or any of my ancestors walked this earth, he loved me so much that he sent His Babyson to be killed in my place. I could never do that. But He did. I am so unworthy, but yet so blessed... I am Blessed Eternally by my Creator. And that is what I have decided to call my blog.
This is Life as BEC...
