I’m not sure this will end up in a question, but it’s on my mind.  I’ve been thinking a lot about appreciation and mothering lately.  I’m not talking about the side where I appreciate things … I know I see the short end of the stick sometimes, and fail to fully appreciate the amazing kids I have, the chances I’ve been given, and more.  However, that all falls under gratitude to me.  I’m not sure of the actual distinction, but my mind makes one.  I think appreciation means understanding something, and enjoying it for what it is.