Count your WHHHEEEEE's

It's a little late, but I'm a mom, so it's to be expected, right?
Everyone counts their blessings or gives thanks around the 'major holidays' in the fall. Well reader, I'm here to change all that. I am all about counting blessings and giving thanks and while mother's day isn't a major holiday it certainly should be about giving thanks. I'm not looking for a big gift or a certificate or even a 'day off' (those don't come often enough, do they?) Who can afford any of that these days anyhow? I know you're thinking 'her meds have kicked in and she's having delusions-motherhood is a thankless job' From young children it is, yes. HOWEVER! (got your attention didn't I!) It isn't for us grown ups. We could thank our fellow mothers for what they do for us. We could thank our own mothers for what they did (or say a silent prayer to HIM for what they didn't) teach us. We could thank our neighbors who watched them in a pinch or who ever you might think be in need of thanks because her family ain't cuttin' it, call her, write her, email her, face book her, blog about her, something. It goes something like this:
I am so blessed to be the position I am in, in my family-between the one who taught and the one who gets to be taught. Supergramma did an amazing job raising 3 children (I am a twin) and Howit is the first grandchild. I love watching them delight in each other. While no family likes to be afflicted with any burden, I am in a unique position because of the support I have. I have honey, who I am very grateful for, but the women surrounding me are always there when I need them. I get to take this burden and hopefully shoulder it for my family and that gives Supergramma even more time with Howit, and gives her another chance at doing more fun things with her. And the BNE get huge thanks for all they do. They are amazing with Howit and I had Howit make her a gift for mother's day. I also gave some nifty smelling body cream. She said it was exactly what she needed in the moment. She prayed for something anything and then here we come around the corner with a very small gesture and her day is brightened and spirits are lifted. It doesn't take much. Regina Phalange is my BEFF at work and her hubby is in another country right now for work for 30 days. I brought her dinner. Small gesture, but the little things she does for me, like hold my hand while I get 15 shots in my head-I'm grateful to her. I love her dearly and she deserves mad props for lifting my sorry butt off the ground-literally. Banana and Ladidadi make me smile with simple I love you's every day. We make each other laugh everyday. Respectively they are the oldest and youngest members of the office and we still mesh well. WE can even make our hands laugh, and for this, I'm grateful. I have to carry a magnet in my pocket every day to make my device work and we discovered paperclips stick to it-they think it's funny to throw them at me-you gotta laugh at yourself sometimes. Ross is simply Ross and always makes sure I'm well cared for. She always makes sure I have plans for my birthday and makes sure I get a card because honey hasn't always produced well in that department. It's gotten better after 15 years of practice. And he's not a mother, and we need a majot heart to heart , but I must send a WHHHEEEEE out to BRO I don't know what he said or did, but I so seriously in a completely non offensive non sexual platonic way love him that I want to hug him in the way we do. It's been 15 years, we can do that it's really ok.
I'm just very grateful because my life could be so much worse. I have to repeat this to myself when I get down. Apparently there are 11 antiepileptic drugs that can make you suicidal. I take 3 of them. Didn't we already discuss this? Anyway, I know people out there suffer from things far more deadly and even more destructive than what I have. And I don't make light of what I have. This is freaking frustrating. I dont' want it. I still try to figure out when how but not why. But when people come into my office and say there husband/wife just got laid off, I remember how blessed I am to only have epilepsy. ONLY. WHHHEEEEE