Little or Large.
Wrapped or Unwrapped.
A sweet or (insert tears) unwelcome surprise.
I love gifts in all their costumes.
The everyday miracles:
the giggles of my sons
an email from a colleague
an unexpected call from my best friend or text from my husband.
Sometimes it’s just the store I love having a sale I didn’t know about.
And then there are the Life changing presents:
A call from the nurse saying “You’re Pregnant!”
A knee bent, a ring offered, a voice I love asking me to share its life.
Someone saying “I love you” every single day.
A family that holds you, hugs you, understands and supports you, through every good and bad time.
A voice that calls you “Mommy” or “My best friend” or “Sister”.
I’ve even grown to appreciate the gifts I never really wanted,
refused to accept and stuck in the back of a drawer, my mind or my broken heart.
The people who said goodbye long before I was ready.
The broken body and heavy spirit that kept my dreams of motherhood at bay.
All the times I was told “no”, “you’re not the one” or “maybe next time”
I was being taught Empathy, Forgiveness, Patience, Acceptance,
HOPE, Faith and true LOVE & Friendship.
Enough to be able to give them back with a full heart.
…and I’m thankful every day for those gifts.
Mama Kat’s Writing Prompts have always made me think and write with purpose. This week is no different.
The Prompt I chose:
5.) Take a line from a song you love and turn it into the title of your next blog post. Let the content follow.
THE GIFT is a Christmas love song that I’ve liked for a long time, but this line of the song doesn’t always remind me of the guy that gives the best hugs, sweetens all my dreams and has given me so many gifts (ones that sparkle and others that just warm me with the knowledge of how deeply I’m loved). This line brings to mind all the GIFTS we’re given, not just at Christmas but throughout our lives, that fill the shelves of our hearts and even the ones that collect dust in the back of our minds.
You never know the true value of anything until you just accept the gift of what it *Really* is.