Today I am grateful for hope.
It is hope that stills me, bars my descent into despair. It is the bedrock 
that steadies me against the storms of confusion and anxiety.
Hope is the pathway to love, the balm for pain.
It is the sister of trust,
the child of faith.
Hope is the promise of joy.
Today I am grateful for motherhood; for my own mother, for the opportunity to be a mother, for the lessons learned.
Motherhood is the most challenging of relationships, diametrically opposed and inextricably linked. The older I am, the more I regret my unkindness to my own mother and the more forgiving I am of the unkindness of my children. Maybe that’s just the way of things.