Grateful for children

I recently visited a blog in which the author was relating a few of the reasons she was grateful for her kids. Her children are small — that lovely phase of eyelash kisses and squeezing the stuffing out of mommy. Her stories brought back some wonderful memories. And since it is almost Thanksgiving, I thought I’d wax poetic for a minute about the three in my brood. (Um, brood is the right word, as mine occasionally run around like chickens with their heads cut off.) All three of mine are still technically teenagers (the oldest is almost twenty and informs me she’ll be an adult at that age). Many folks aren’t grateful for their teens […]