ON A DAY when a small four year old warrior lost his battle against cancer, I am grateful.
On a day when there is usually a good chance I will let a few roars at the boys and issue the usual empty threats, today I will give hugs and smiles.
Today I will let them jump in every single puddle they meet on the way back to the car.
Today I will let whoever has the tap on full blast in the bathroom, enjoy the hand washing without stressing about the mess.
Today I won’t care about dirty faces and hands and how it will get rubbed onto school uniforms.
Today I am grateful that the seven year old went swimming this morning and his older brother will be playing football after school.
Today I am grateful that my smallest boy opted to eat only his Yorkshire pudding at dinner and two small pieces of chicken.
Today I am grateful that my house was too warm and I needed to turn down the heat.
I am grateful that my Junior Infant still wants me to walk him into his classroom each morning.
Today I am grateful for the large pile of toy cars and wooden building blocks that litter the floor.
I am grateful for the rain. For the roast chicken dinner in my belly.
Today I am grateful for my hale and hearty boys who run and shout and fight. Who hug and kiss and thump and punch. I am grateful for their noise, for the constant demands. I am grateful for their washing, for their laughter.
Today I am grateful for life.