Lucky

I have learned another lesson in life the last few weeks.

I am damn lucky. There are so many unfortunate people out there, suffering day in and day out. There are people around the world with little or no food, scant shelter or they could be living in a war zone. There are people who live in countries where ancient boundaries are blurred and war and strife exist because at some point in time, someone from their ancestry lived there. We live in a country where we are able to vote and speak out loud and clear if we do not like what is happening.

I am damn lucky. I have SIX wonderful children, all whom I adore and they me. I am privileged to be able to take care of them and shape their little lives all the way into adulthood. There are families out there that cannot have children. There are families out there that have lost children. There are families out there that have lost a mom or dad too soon and little children are left wondering were the person who hung the moon for them is gone. There are families that are shattered by violence, gambling, drinking or drugs.

I am damn lucky. I have a husband who loves me more today then he did when we took our vows over ten years ago. He has grown up with me, beside me and with our children too. He has been able to become a kid again and yet reach a new level of love and compassion during our journey as a parent and as husband and wife.

I am damn lucky. I write this after I have had the privilege to see how lucky I am. I have watched many close family and friends experience so many painful growing pains and I am grateful for what I have. And realize, that I am damn lucky.