Count Your Blessings

I'm not sure when I stopped paying attention to what was playing on the radio — no, that's not true. I stopped once I had kids and was more concerned with what dangers lurk outside — as if I monitored it all, I could keep my boys safe. NPR, news stations, weather and traffic updates.

I've started listening to music again. Adele? Love her. How did I live without her?

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow.
—"Rolling Back the Deep"

I think the toughest thing I've faced as a mother was John's heart surgery when he was a baby. And although autism has been a rocky ride? It is this holiday season that takes second place. Count your blessings, and I do. I must. I'm so grateful for family and friends who swoop down and envelop me with love, and for each of you who reads — thank you.