Lucky Day! Happy Mamas March

The other day, Gavin brought me a large clover he pulled from our backyard and asked me if it was lucky.  I told him that it was not seen as lucky because it did not have four different sets of leaves, only three, as you typically find.  I explained that it is considered extremely “lucky” to find one with four sets because it is very rare. He frowned a little and assured me he would keep looking and ran off.  Of course, he never did come back to report that he had found one with four sections and even more “of course”, I never expected him to.

I laughed to myself as he left, thinking he would never find one with four parts and remembering that I used to do the same thing as a kid – search in ernest for that one lucky clover.  I had my own fascination with rainbows and pots of gold and leprechauns.  I always held out hope that someday I would come across that lucky one.  I wasn’t quite sure what would happen or really mean if I did, but I was definitely excited at the prospect.

 

Today I think may have to disagree that four is “lucky”.  See, my “kid clover” only has three parts and I consider it exceptionally lucky.  My kids are healthy, beautiful, and bright.  I feel blessed for those things but I feel extra lucky to have the particular kids that I have and the opportunity to be their Mom.  I see it that way since their particular personalities are as they are and that each one is, of course, unique in their own way.  Sure one of them (not naming names, maybe it might be the one that was searching for the clover…) has extra energy I could do without and the oldest one seems to think moving out tomorrow might be a good idea (just kidding, mostly) and another one likes to eat sweets ALL THE TIME, but overall, they are the best.  And when I say they are the best, they are the best for me.

I consider three particular days in my life as super lucky ones for me.  Perhaps you can guess which days – you know, the days my special, wonderful, individual children were born.  The days that I first met them and held them and knew they were mine and I was theirs.

Has every day since then been lucky?  Oh no.  Certainly not.  There have most definitely been some days I would consider “unlucky” actually.  Like the time an entire chocolate milkshake was spilled inside our new minivan by one of my little leprechauns or the time Ben cut his hand really badly on our last day in Canada, summer of 2013.  Or perhaps that day that I found out that Gavin had a problem turning his head both directions as a baby, and the doctor noticed it and I, his mother, never had.  So then, I found out physical therapy was in his future. Unlucky.

But I know, as a mother that the lucky outweighs the unlucky pretty much every day of the week.  Those things were just little bumps in the road on the way to our rainbow of life, together.  Although we have yet to find the pot of gold for real, I think we have struck gold with our family of five and that, as cheesy as it sounds, we are rich in so many ways.

This is certainly one lucky Mama right here!

They still play together. 🙂

 

I am also lucky because I get to co-produce the Listen To Your Mother show in Southeast, TX with one of my very good friends, Jennifer.

 

We had auditions this past weekend and they went really well and we are thrilled about our second show this year.

I sat in the room on Saturday, listening to stranger’s (who are about to become friends) stories and thought, “Wow, how lucky am I to be able to hear their stories of motherhood?” I was truly in awe, once again.

 

And the luck goes on because this month I am joining several of my other sisters in motherhood and celebrating the lucky by hosting this month’s Happy Mama link-up.  Please, tell us how you are a “lucky” mama and link up and share with us.

Team #HappyMamas

 

*sorry for the possible over use of the word “lucky” in this post.  It’s just you know, I am so… 😉

Elaine

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