Thanksgiving is over, but it's not too late share what I'm thankful for.
That "attitude of gratitude" should be evident in the everyday, not just once a year.
I am thankful for these three young men. My three sons.

I always wanted to be a mother. Not just a mother, but a mother that made her career at home. I didn't dare tell any of my friends that when graduating from high school. At that time, most of my girlfriends were ready to head off to college pursuing a career outside of the home. I had many idealistic ideas about motherhood, most of which were not realistic. It was hard. Really hard. No one can prepare you for parenthood and especially motherhood. I think most (I won't say all) mothers want the very best for their child. They want them to be kind, respectful, hard working, polite, and be able to support themselves and possibly a family someday. But I also wanted more than anything for my sons to love God and enjoy Him forever. To love Him with their whole heart, mind and soul. I made many mistakes raising them. Too many. But I hope as they look back on their childhood that they realize all that I did, I did out of love for them. I may have gone about things the wrong way, but I always loved them.
They are growing into such wonderful men. So wonderful, it makes my heart hurt.
I tried to raise them on a healthy diet. Teaching them to be informed about food so they could make healthy choices when they were old enough to choose between real food and junk food. They rebelled for a while, some longer than others, but have all slowly come around to making good, healthy lifestyle choices. On the way home from a Thanksgiving meal with family, one of my sons said "I'm never letting my kid eat sugar!" as his older brother dittoed that statement. It made me smile.
But today, I am especially thankful for the young man on the far right, our middle son Calvin. Today is his 22nd birthday. Calvin was the hardest of the three to raise. Stubborn, obstinate, persistent, head strong, ornery, said whatever was on his mind, and never stopped moving. From about 3 to 18 years of age, he had me in tears most of the time. But today, at age 22, he is one of the most amazing people I know. Everything that was so annoying to me when he was younger, has now become his strengths. He is growing and maturing into the most amazing, creative person. I think he's always been creative, but never knew how to channel that energy. I certainly didn't know how to help him channel it either. But he is finding his way and I am so thankful for the man he is becoming.
Happy birthday Cal! You are loved and appreciated more than you will ever know!
Mom