I have been oddly obsessed with the Casey Anthony trial. It’s not that odd to me, though, because I was completely obsessed with the story when it was happening in 2008. I just can not fathom any situation in which a mother could contemplate taking the life of her child…the very life that she just helped to create a few years prior. Don’t get me wrong, there are days where I think that I would do just about anything to have 5 minutes, even 5 seconds of peace where no one is tugging at my shirt tails and the “gimmes” are silenced. I look at my children in awe, however, and that 5 short years ago their existence was a mere ‘twinkle in the sky’. I love every cell in their body. Every quirky thing about them. Even the most difficult things I am able to be thankful for (in those quiet moments right before bed when I review the day.) I dislike the arguments and the squabbles between them but I am thankful that they are intelligent, communicative individuals that have their differences. I appreciate each child individually for the person that they are and the personality that they possess. As I often proclaim, I used to think that children were shaped solely by their parents. This is one thing that I have become more wise about in the last 5 years. They come into this world with the personality that has been bestowed upon them and it is our job as parents to help “polish" them (as my mother says). Jackson is so strong willed, witty, and compassionate. I am constantly having to outwit him, even in my disciplining. Braden is my peacemaker. He is passionate about what he wants but won’t let that passion infringe on anyone else’s presence. Hudson lights up the room with his smile. (and it doesn’t take much to get that smile out of him, either!) He is a true 3rd child…easy going, easy to please, and so quiet that you forget he’s there (yes, it’s already happened.) I am most thankful for their health and secondly, that they each have a heart of gold. A heart which their mama owns a piece of…and always will.
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