Maybe it’s because I’ve been away for work for a bit and I’m overly emotional.
Maybe it’s because I worry about literally every situation my kids could possibly get into to. Past, present and future.
I worry they’ll grow up wrong.
I worry they’ll remember their childhoods painfully. Or without joy. Or not at all.
I worry they’ll never want to see us when they are no longer mandated by law to live with us.
So when I came home to find this homework assignment that my daughter did it almost killed me with joy.
The assignment was to write about an ” Ordinary Miracle” in your life, and my daughter decided to write about her brother.
Waaaaa!! I can’t even think about it because it just makes me melt.
I am not allowed by the laws of teenagehood to show you the actual assignment, but let me tell you, it’s amazing.
I am really close to my sister, and my husband is super close to his sisters too – so the fact that she wrote about her brother as her ordinary miracle will bring a smile to my face for a long time. Forever maybe.
It was an extraordinary miracle to me.