Showing posts with label grateful.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grateful.. Show all posts

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Weekend Grateful: Happy To Be Me.



After a week of wonderful blog finds, a little drama and some rewind therapy, today I am grateful to be me. Why? Well, after reading of some of the family history and ongoing issues I realised a couple of things. Firstly, I may be considered by some to be confrontational, I know there are people who think I'm a bitch.  But I like me. I am a strong, honest, outspoken woman who yes, can be blunt, but am proud of who I am. I stuff up at times, I am not some sort of perfect person. I get things wrong but do own my mistakes and apologise when wrong.

You want to know why I am happy to be me? Why I know and like myself? I was loved unconditionally, supported unequivically, and told that nothing was impossible if I worked hard. My family, my wonderful, loving, amazing family which continues through to the new generation. Through hard times and tragedy, always together, always there for each other. Ongoing with my husband and children. Live, life, love. Truly blessed. For this I am grateful. Always.



Oh, and if you want to know more about these wonderful people from my childhood, read about:
By following those links. As for Big Boy, Boy 1 and Boy 2, well there are so many posts I'll let you track those by searching those terms in my blog, lol.



Back to add another blog hop on the recommendation of Maxabella!


Reasons to be Cheerful at Mummy From the Heart

Friday, January 21, 2011

Things I am Grateful For: A Constant Hum of Life in the Madmother House.

No, not that busy little undertone of real life we all have buzzing around in the background of our everyday. Noooo, I have my own personal, constant, rarely stopping mumbling hummer. Boy 1. But it is friggin' GREAT!



He has his own humming monologue that goes something like: "Hmmm hm hm hmmm. Hmmm, hmm, hm. hmmmmm, hmmm." Guess what? It is because his incredible mind NEVER stops. NEVER. And he knows the constant chatter can drain others, so he has his own little chat within his closed lips.


Am I grateful for it? Hell YEAH!



The one the first speech specialist who saw him at only 3 and a half years of age told us he would never socialise or have friends or even be able to converse?


The kid the so-called educational specialist morons told me had an intellectual impairment and could never learn at 6 years of age?

The one who now is doing incredibly well at school, and amazes most with his incredible mind?

God, he is amazing. I love the hum in my life. Asperger Syndrome - not disability, differing abilities...