Soak up the Small Stuff
Remember the relief and the joy you felt as a kid on that last day of school? I do. The streamers out the bus window. The songs banishing teachers dirty looks. Mom waiting for you at home, smile on her face, arms outstretched, joy in her own heart, too.
That’s the mom I am today. While some moms are stressed because summer camp can’t start soon enough and others are saddened by the quick passing of time in their children’s lives, I am one happy momma.
Because I’m here for another summer. I’m able to take my kids to the beach, the zoo and the aquarium. I’m able to move my body well this summer (couldn’t say that last June). I’m so blessed.
So many people think survivors no longer ’sweat the small stuff’ — but that’s not necessarily true. Believe me, I still freak out over little things and have to remind myself they are indeed little things. That’s simply human nature.
What survivors do that is different is soak up the small stuff — the good small stuff that others brush off so quickly. I stayed in the freezing cold waters of Long Island Sound yesterday for an insanely long time so I didn’t have to stop swirling my five year old around. His little hands in mine warmed my heart and that just felt so good. I spoon fed my three year old daughter her dinner last night even though she’s been capable of feeding herself for at least a year just because I love the way she uttered ‘ummmmmmm’ after every bite and I couldn’t hear that enough. Then I sat on my bed this morning and watched my seven year old play his hand held video game on my bed because the rising sun made the highlights in his light brown hair sparkle.
Just feeling my kids. Seeing them. Hearing them. That’s such a gift.
Forget about not sweating the small stuff.
Soak up the small stuff.
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