Small things

Work,Music Class, Hockey Practice, Groceries, Bills, Play dates..........There is too much. To much to do in one day, one week, or even a lifetime. So what should suffer?? Should my house be clean or my child happy?? Should we get a good nights rest or embrace an opportunity to play a little longer?? Seemingly lightweight questions in a heavy time.

Looking back my childhood was filled with amazing, wonderful, enchanted moments. None of them revolved around anything scheduled. Most of those moments were days spent in a pasture looking for crocuses, tee pee rings, or just interesting looking rocks. A bucket of random items offered up to sacrifice to appease our imaginations.

Quite often I am told I am the "greatest Mom ever!" I understand that most of the time it is in response to a tangible item, but I still allow my ego to grow. Yet, there are times where this description of grander comes following a priceless act. An unexpected adventure on our bikes, a day of laying in the snow and looking at the clouds, or even making the perfect thing to eat at just the right time will prompt this level of gratitude. This serves as my reassurance.

It doesn't matter how much I can buy him, what programs or classes I can enroll him in or where we go on vacation. All that matters is that he too will have these memories of days spent with the sole purpose of him, of my love for him.