Grateful.

I was following a story on Facebook about this mom whose 3 year old son had a tumor found in his brain at the beginning of last year. He passed away before Thanksgiving. I read her posts about the difficulties she’s facing as she’s mourning her son while raising her 2 other kids. I put myself in her shoes and I can’t imagine what she is feeling.

It makes me realize I need to be more grateful that my kids are alive and healthy. They’re a handful and a blessing all at the same time. If I lost either of my kids, I don’t know how I could go on. I need to see them every day. They make me stronger. They give me happy moments. They’re a big reason why I’m trying to lose weight. 

When I get home, I’m giving them both huge hugs..