Oh. My. Gosh! Were you raised by wolves?

What did I do wrong?

How could I have failed so miserably?

Please tell me I’m not the only mother who has suffered these thoughts.

And then my son goes and does something like buy me The Five-Minute Journal for Christmas. Restores my faith in the next generation, motherhood, and life in general. It’s a journal based upon positive psychology, recording graditudes at the beginning and end of each day. Writing positive affirmations. The Law of Attraction.

He knows me! Somehow he’s aware of what I like and what makes me tick and how I live my life and what I do and who I am at my very core. And he was thoughtful enough to act on all those things.

I started my journal today and my first gratitude was for my son who can be such a goofy, little wolf at times. And yet, such a thoughtful person. And loving daddy. And a guy who has chosen a profession that helps others live their best lives.

His nature? My nurture? For whatever reason, he’s okay. Good even. Kind. And for that, I’m so very grateful.