I know I have written odes to my thighs and wrists and perhaps you were waiting for me to wax poetic for you as well. We do love the romance, don't we. However, upon reflection, I have come to realize that instead, I owe you a world of gratitude.
Recently I have come to the conclusion that I have been hard on you. Judgmental and impatient even. I have wished you away, longing instead for a younger, sleeker model. Yes, it was shallow of me, I know. Especially in light of what you are teaching me.
You have played many roles throughout my life and I am thankful for them all.
You have been svelte and defined, allowing me to flaunt you and celebrate you with form-fitting clothing, fun jewelry and a general sense of sass and flirtation.
You have been strong and lean, enabling me to compete and perform at my physical peak.
You have been a pillow upon which rests the head of my loved ones.
You have twice been the home within which the most precious gifts of life, my sons, have grown and thrived. For this role, words of gratitude will never be enough.
So many roles, yet you still continue to give and to teach,
You are teaching me the importance of knowing when it is time to be soft or the time to be hard. Both are important. I just need to listen and trust myself.
You are teaching me that flexibility and the willingness to stretch myself further than I thought possible can bring beautiful results.
You are challenging me to accept myself every day and find beauty in exactly where I am in every moment.
You are reminding me to focus on what is important in life.
You are giving me perspective.
My one and only tummy, thank you for what you have given me and continue to give.