I am the Luckiest of All


I was sitting by my daughter, enjoying the moment, when a medley I had made up during the first few months of her life came to my head. I began to sing it to her again:

I’m the luckiest mommy in the whole wide world

The luckiest mommy in the whole wide world

For of all the many, many mommies

God chose you to be my little girl.

My sweet girl’s face immediately lit up with joy. “Sing it again,” she told me, and so I did. “Sing it again,” she repeated. Over and over I sang the medley. Sometime during this she crawled into my lap and rested her little head upon my chest, gazing into my eyes.

Her brother also came waddling over at some point and began to crawl all over us, grabbing at our hair, yelling happy babbles. She did not seem to even notice him, keeping her eyes locked on me: “Sing it again.”

She went down for a nap a short time after and upon waking immediately came to me to hear the song some more. “You are best, my friend mom” came her smiling two year old reply.


I had to keep myself from breaking into a pile of mush. I really was the luckiest mommy in the whole wide world. How was it so? What good thing did I do to deserve such beauty in my life?

Beauty. Undeserved. Lucky. Are these truly words to be stated?

I am just a mom after all. . .

I look on social media to see my childless friends thriving in successful careers, going out in their sexy dresses, smiling with those perfect hair, make up, and hand on hip poses.

I could reflect on the negatives of my situation, the endless messes and temper tantrums. Did I earn a college degree to spend my days cleaning snotty noses and playing with dolls and cars for hours on end, without any pay?


From the outside looking in my life could seem quite boring, quite domestic, quite just plain awful.

I could choose to look at the negatives, what I do not have at the moment, what I am “missing out” on.

I could do that.


I could see the miraculous, undeserved beauty waking me up each morning and kissing me each night. Two little beings who look at me with adoration in their eyes. Two creatures who call me their “best, my friend.”

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” ~Henry David Thoreau

I see the luckiest mommy in the whole wide world.

Yes, without a doubt, I am the luckiest of all.


32 thoughts on “I am the Luckiest of All

  1. It is what you see that matters….you’ve seen the college degree, so now you know where fullness lies in your own life. It’s a choice and you’ve made a good one. That degree will wait to be used…..these two little imps are NOW!

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    1. Thank you for sharing this! Yes, I could not agree more! I will never get these moments back. I am trying to soak up and remember each day, for I know they are going to go by much too quickly.


  2. Such a beautiful post to capture that wonderful feeling. I have moments where I feel like the luckiest person in the world, but then they pass and I move on to angst and worry. I’d like to stay in the thankful moments.


    1. Thank you!! Yes, in the rough moments I try to think about the wonderful ones and it seems to make it somewhat easier. Also, as they grow a little older the precious moments will far outnumber the hard ones. Well, at least when they are two. I cannot speak on what happens after that! 🙂


  3. I love this! I often feel the exact same way: overcome with how blessed I am to be a mother to my little boy. I cherish those sweet, secret moments between he and I because I know all too soon he’ll be too big to share snuggles and songs with his mommy. We definitely are lucky.


    1. Thanks!! Yes we are, the most luckiest of anyone I think! Oh, the thought of them no longer being our little babes breaks my heart. I am trying to soak up each and every moment while I can, facing each day with a grateful heart.


  4. Motherhood is such an awesome, tiresome, burdensome, amazing blessing! I echo your thoughts. It’s those little things that are said on quiet, mundane days that make all the other “stuff” worthwhile. I quit my career in teaching exactly one year ago today, so I could soak up the last of those precious moments of motherhood. Sometimes people ask me what I do…and sometimes I cringe when I reply “stay at home mom”. But really, it’s the best job in the world! Your little made-up diddy for your daughter fits nicely with my latest post on traditions-check it out! http://www.backwardparentingbybrita.com

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    1. Thanks for sharing this Brita! You are so right, it is those unexpected priceless moments, when you suddenly know there is nothing in all the world you want more than to be right there, next to them.


  5. Such a sweet post! What a beautiful moment with your children! It is easy to look at what your life could be when you’re just focusing on the frustrations of motherhood. I know I’ve done that. But there’s going to be frustrations in anything we do. But there is no job, no matter how much they pay you, that can give me the sweet blessing of these little ones.

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    1. Thank you, and yes, yes, yes, I could not agree with you more!! Our job is far beyond worth, one to never be taken for granted. In the difficult moments I have started reflecting on how lucky I am, and suddenly the situation no longer seems all too big a deal.


  6. Amen. At least 3 times a week, I stare at my son (usually when he is sleeping in my arms) and cry tears of gratitude. There is no greater blessing than this path–love handles, yoga pants, spit up in my hair & all 🙂 I might steal your song for my son!


    1. So true, and I cry all the time as well, Keri!! Motherhood certainly makes you emotional! We really are so very, very blessed and you may certainly steal my song if you like. 😉


  7. What a beautiful story. I wish I could hear the music to the song! Isn’t it amazing how someone so small can have such a huge impact? After experiencing the amazing blessing of having children everything else seems so shallow and superficial. I think your writing fits how mothers feel so very well. 🙂


  8. Love this post! What a wonderful perspective. I, too, feel like the luckiest of them all!! Thanks for sharing!


  9. “~OR~

    I could see the miraculous, undeserved beauty waking me up each morning and kissing me each night. Two little beings who look at me with adoration in their eyes. Two creatures who call me their “best, my friend.”

    “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

    Are you not just echoing the way I feel some days yet, we are blessed with a JOB so many long to have, blessed with bringing up our kids for tomorrow and yes, we instill in them every good thing and train them in a way that they will never ever depart from. Our tomorrow is BRIGHT dear Sasha. xoxox


    1. Yes, we really are so very blessed!! I think it is the best job of all; wouldn’t trade it for the world! 🙂


  10. I say the same thing sometimes. I have plenty of friends who are without child and I consider myself lucky and undeserving of my three girls 🙂 I am glad I am their mama 🙂


    1. We really are so lucky Janis! You with three girls, oh, I cannot imagine how many sweet moments you get to experience!


  11. Dear Sasha,
    Such a moving piece. Thank you for writing this. Made me cry. I love how delicate and specific your prose are. And I love the song you wrote too..I can only imagine the melody; I’m sure it is beautiful. And “not what you look at, but what you see,” thank you for pointing this out, for living it out. Thank you for choosing to “see” and in doing so, helping me and so many others “see” also. May God continue to bless your writing adventures, and keep filling you up with His joy!!


    1. Thank you so much for your kind words Rebekah! They mean more to me than you know. I am definitely not the greatest singer to ever live but to my dear girl I was the best. These are the moments we realize how blessed we really are!


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