I am grateful that Keb can still love me despite the fact that I ruined his Mother’s Day. It’s sad to admit that at 42, I still need to learn to be gracious. I am lucky to have a child’s forgiving love. As an adult, I know how hard it is to forgive and still love, even when it’s not personal.
Keb is a good kid. I’m lucky to be his mom. My husband, Taed, is a good husband (even when I’m mad at him). I’m lucky to be his wife. I’m very lucky to have my family even when I’m acting like an spoiled brat.