So consumed have I been with all the wrongs in my life, that I've lost sight of all the right. Therefore, in the month of Thanksgiving, I will set aside a moment to reflect on all that I have been given and I will give thanks for those things.
Day 1:
I used to loathe being a female. Monthly cycles, eyebrow waxing, shaved legs... Guys have it easier don't they? Beer and football and not expected to cuddle after sex. . . They can even get away with wearing the same clothes until they finally start smelling!
It is this day, in this month, of this year that I am thankful for having been born a female. I embrace the fact that I was born with the ability to bring life into the world (and I have done so, three times.) I think back to each of those pregnancies and how I was so amazed and in awe with every movement I felt, and every way that my body changed during each of those 9 months.
I'm thankful (though not all the time) for the ability to be moved by such a vast array of emotions. I'm not a couch potato grunt - ogling over the latest sport of the season... moved only by hunger or the urge to urinate. (hehe...)
While I'll envy the seemingly simple ways of being a man... I will hold tight to the appreciation I feel for having carried and birthed three beautiful girls. I will enjoy being able to love completely and unconditionally and wholeheartedly - because that, is me.
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