And my children, they, too are saving me. Saving me from myself. Saving me from self-importance and pride. Saving me from hate and disillusionment and anal retentiveness. My children pull me back to Earth, to the ground, to the humus that I am. Every day I die and every day I am reborn and isn't that the definition of saving?
And, perhaps most importantly, I am being saved by gratitude. Because if thanksgiving is the soil than joy is the fruit and I long to be a farmer of bliss.