it’s the little things

Some days can start off feeling like raising kids just takes, takes, takes.
Takes your time, your patience, your energy, your everything…
But in the littlest of moments I am quickly brought back to all that they have to give.
Like the sweet smile that came over Owen’s face when he saw a rushing river for the first time recently.
{we were on a walk…just the two of us}
And like the moments today…when we ate lunch outside and Hazel wandered freely in the yard.
She picked a leaf and brought it back saying gently, “Mama.”
It was for me.
Then there was another, and a little twig. a weed. a stick. and another stick. and yet another.
Each one brought to me by loving little hands with the word “mama” dripping off her lips.
It was all for me.
Little gifts of nature. Little gifts of love.
Fitting that later I read the following quote while on Pinterest:
“When a child gives you a gift, even if it is a rock they just picked up, exude gratitude. It might be the only thing they have to give, and they have chosen to give it to you.” ~Dean Jackson
My cup runneth over…
Till next time…
~Alice W.

7 Comments

  • The Feathered Nest

    Makes me weep sweet Alice…I've felt your feelings and know your love…and the years whoosh by. Your precious babies will be grown in a minute. My mantra: THESE are the good ol' days ~ hugs and love, Dawn

  • Sandi

    Oh how precious!! I know you are enjoying the moments. Wish I could go back and enjoy them more, but we don't get a do over. Such a wonderful post Alice. 🙂
    Blessings~

  • Bohemian

    Oh what a Profound Quote! As a Custodial Grandparent and full time Caregiver of a Disabled Spouse I can sometimes feel quite overwhelmed by the responsibilities and what it 'takes' from me. It is so easy to forget what it 'gives' to Enrich your Life and add Special Elements that are indeed a Privilege and the stuff Memories are made of. And though after having been raising children now for 30+ consecutive years I sometimes can't wait for the day when they all are grown, I suspect I will miss so much of it when that time actually comes.

    Dawn… The Bohemian