I’m not a lucky person, in the traditional sense of the word.
If we flip a coin, it’ll land in your favor. If I gamble, the other guy, or the house, always wins. I scarcely bother to enter raffles or contests, because I’m fairly certain my business card or ticket is absorbed by the universe the moment it enters the drawing box. I have never found money on the ground, or been in the right place for a give-away, or won a blog or magazine “comment and you’ll get one” treasure. But I truly, madly, deeply don’t care.
When it comes to the stuff that matters, I’ve been really, absurdly lucky. I’m lucky to have a wonderful husband who loves me and tolerates, nay, celebrates my eccentricities, and a sweet little home that I love, and fabulous friends, and the world’s best dog, and a trunk full of yarn at my disposal. I’m lucky to live in a beautiful place in a wonderful country where I can buy lattes of luxury and keep animals as pets. And I’m lucky to have an unbelievably wonderful mom.
My mom is lucky too. She has a great mom, who raised a great mom, who raised me. I can’t tell you how happy I am to know that someday, I’ll be holding my daughter (God-willing… don’t get excited… I’m not announcing, just dreaming) with confidence, knowing that I’ll be mothering her in the shadow of the example of the fabulous moms with whom I have been blessed. I don’t worry about her. If I’m not instantly a great mom, my great mom will teach me. How lucky is that?
To top it off, I married a man who ALSO has a truly great mom. I’ll take that over a raffle win any day.
Today I am thankful for the abundance of great moms I have the privilege of knowing… the one who raised me, the one who raised her, the one who raised my wonderful husband, and the ones I watch raising beautiful new little ones every day. You are treasured, each of you. Thank you for teaching us what love looks like.