4/12/15

It's the small little everyday things that I'm so scared I will forget. The small parts that are so easy to over look, but combined with the other small pieces, make up the whole of who Hadley is. Something like her regular "presents." -- a paper towel or a picture of our family rolled up and taped, sealed inside an envelope, wrapped in a produce bag, carefully tied up in a grocery sack, with a DVD taped to the front. Complete with a proud grin and an "I made this for you mom." We get those everyday, as do her real and imaginary friends.

When Hadley was really small I remember a friend saying she heard on the radio that parenthood was mostly hard times, with little moments of happiness spread out. But that somehow, those small moments made it all worth it. I remember thinking that it sounded like the worst gig in the world and that those small moments could never really make it worth it if it was that hard. But you know, being a parent is hard. In fact, it's one of the toughest things I've ever done. It's exhausting and it takes almost everything I have to be the mom I want to be, while still trying to balance everything else out. But those small moments, you guys, they will knock you over, in a good way, if you let them. Getting down and seeing from their eyes is such a privilege and it's incredible to be a part of. Even when the very next moment is dragging them to time out, or fighting over why they can't wear 6 pairs of underwear to church (yeah, she's done that), take comfort in those small moments. Because they are all around, they will come again, and when it comes down to it, they are what will matter when nothing else is left.

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