It's the Little Things

When I breathe in, the air is crisp and clean and fragrant. I breathe out and let go all of the worries and fears and struggles that I have been keeping deep inside. I open my eyes, and I focus on what I see before me, and I feel the tiny flutters of true joy, and the corners of my mouth lift in a smile as I take it all in.

Its Friday, and we have thrown together an impromptu picnic and met our friend Amy and her daughter Rowan at the little park down the road. Pip calls her Mimi, and when he sees her get out of her car, he is screaming her name and running as fast as possible toward her, little legs a blur of action. Cheerio and I sit on a little blanket, removing tupperware containers of fruit and little foil packets full of finger foods to arrange around us.

Mark has run home for a moment to collect some spoons and an extra blanket, as well as a couple of diapers for the baby, and I see him coming around the corner, just in time. As we all come together, sitting and talking and laughing, it occurs to me that it is the littlest things that can make a person happier than they’ve ever known.

Things like having a best friend.

best friends

besties

 

best friends

Discovering new tastes

baby eating a banana

Like bananas…

baby trying blackberries

and the first taste of blackberries…

eating tree bark

or some tree bark from the sidewalk…

eating a bug

or a yummy dead bug!

Playing with fun new toys

picnic

trying so hard to fly a kite

learning to share

teaching

Playing on the slides

playing on the slides at the park

mom on the slide

and static!

Holding hands, holding each other, and not being able to see your feet because you’re holding a new life

holding hands with the baby
husband and wife love

can't see my feet for my bump

And then it is Saturday, and we have chores to do, but it’s such a beautiful day outside that we can’t stand the thought of sitting around or being stuck in the house. And momma’s too tired to go very far or do very much, so we move the car out of the driveway so we have plenty of room for sidewalk chalk.

And once again, we breathe in the spring sunshine, and we breathe out the worries that the house will never get clean, and we lose ourselves in Crayola and Matchbox and the old plastic tricycle that’s been sitting in the garage for too long.

sidewalk chalk fun

sidewalk chalk fun

sidewalk chalk fun

sidewalk chalk fun

And it’s daddy drawing favorite cartoon characters that wow the kids.

sidewalk chalk fun with daddy

And it’s learning how to pull up weeds around the driveway

pulling weeds

And it’s that moment you notice the mismatched shoes, and you laugh so hard because that’s SUCH a dad thing to do…

mismatched baby shoes

Then finally, it is Sunday, and you have plans to hit the beach, and you leave the house at 10:30, but somehow it hits 12:30 and you’ve only gone about four miles because everything has gone wrong. So you go home to calm down, and you breathe in the knowledge that there’s still a whole day ahead of you, and you breathe out the angry and the sad and the overwhelm, and you get back in the car to head back to the coast.

And you arrive just in time for the sun to be at just the right point in the sky. The kids are rapturous. Your husband is rapturous. And you are rapturous.

fun at Cocoa Beach

fun at Cocoa Beach

fun at Cocoa Beach

fun at Cocoa Beach

fun at Cocoa Beach

fun at Cocoa Beach

fun at Cocoa Beach

fun at Cocoa Beach

And when the weekend is suddenly over, and your kids are asleep by 7 PM, exhausted from the past few days, and when your husband says he loves you, and you turn out the light, your smile is soft and happy. You breathe in the love, hold it in for one, two, three, four, five beats and breathe out all of the worries you had about wasted time.

Because it’s the little things that they will remember. Long after we’re gone, it’s the little things that they will look back on with a smile.

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Comments

  1. Crisi says

    As you know, I’ve quit work a year ago because the cosy I’d childcare for two children is astronomical in the uk and because I wanted to spend more time with my children.

    Well it turns out that being a stay at home mum is utterly exhausting and most of the time thankless. There’s barely a minute to sit down, day after day after day is filled with mundane tasks and I have NO money. At all. Literally nothing. I am thankful for the roof over our heads and the electricity which we are able to pay for, but honestly, I am considering losing the Internet because it is a luxury.

    Stressful, right? Tiring too.

    Last week my 5 year old boy sat down next to me on the sofa in a rare lull, reached out and held my hand.

    Worth it.

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