***from the archives***
I find that sometimes there are too many bad things. A friend’s daughter passes away, a little girl is denied a kidney transplant, a friend’s son is assaulted, a friend has cancer. It’s too much. It makes you want to throw up your hands and say “Why even bother?”
I’ll tell you why. It’s the small things. Small but mighty.
It’s watching your youngest son grow into a big brother seemingly overnight.
It’s seeing your little guy’s hand on the small of his sister’s back while he guides her through a crowded play area.
It’s seeing your little guy tell the kids behind him to stop bouncing while his sister climbs and back off because “She has special needs!”
It’s having your oldest son clean his sister’s room without being asked and your youngest son do the same by changing the laundry.
It’s having a cup of coffee, with just the right amount of cream and sugar, delivered to your spot on the couch each morning by your loving husband.
It’s watching your son work for hours on his book report and come home beaming with an A+ and glowing remarks.
It’s watching your daughter write her first name, all by herself, after 13 years of practice.
It’s listening to your daughter tell a story with details and adjectives and humor…and she wasn’t even supposed to talk.
It’s listening to your oldest son teach your youngest son how to properly wash his hair in the shower.
It’s playing a board game after dinner as a family.
It’s going to bed every night knowing that you have loved completely and that you are completely loved.
It’s realizing that every single moment is a gift and we should treasure them all. Even the small ones.