No matter what phase in our lives we are, my kids and I have so much to be grateful for. It doesn’t matter if money is tight, or we’re sick, or I’m afraid the car is going to die. We always have blessings we can’t begin to count. And I want my kids to know this. I want them to be able to see how good they have it.
It’s funny how certain foods can conjure up memories. Every time I toss a handful of cheddar cheese Goldfish crackers in my mouth, I think of my Nana and Oompa, my paternal grandparents. We didn’t get to see them very often—they lived in New Jersey, and we lived in Massachusetts—so whenever we were together, our time was special.