I'm grateful that they know and love people from many different circumstances, and of many different demographics, and that they wouldn't dream of judging someone based on anything other than the amount of good they do, or don't do, in the lives of the people who love them.
I am grateful that my girls have me. I'm grateful that they're growing up with me for a role model. Does that sound outrageous? I guess what I'm really saying is that, I'm proud of who I am, as a mom and I'm just so happy that we all have each other.
I'm grateful that my daughter loves school, and that she thinks her teacher is WAY smarter and funnier than I am.
I am grateful for mornings when I wake up with a sleeping little girl in my bed, even though I'm not supposed to approve of it, when she crawls into bed with me at night.
I'm grateful for movie night, for snuggling up with my big girl and having her so still and perfect next to me.
I'm grateful for my gaggle of mamas, for sitting in the sunlight with babies crawling all over us, trying to carry out a conversation while watching our kids run and play and do dangerous things like climbing across the monkey bars and jumping from the top of the brick wall that surrounds that park.
I am grateful that, so far, neither one of my girls has ever really been injured, and for the help that is always available, if they should get hurt.
I'm grateful for their little friendships and all the complications, love and honesty contained therein.
I feel grateful every time my two year old says, "I love you, Sissy." Every time they hug and kiss, for all the time they spend playing happily together. They are best friends, and kind to one another. I am grateful for that.