We’ve heard it all our lives, how life’s greatest treasures are often the simplest of pleasures. Baseball games, a hot cup of coffee, and conversations with old friends are small joys with a great impact.
One tiny bee stung me right in the middle of the forehead, and it’s got me thinking (and swelling). While I appreciate the little things, do I recognize the impact of the small stuff? Or do I count it all as small potatoes?
We know there are no small parts, no small victories, and no small acts of kindness. There is significance in the small things…just ask a new parent about their life-changing little bundle or the Princess about that pesky pea! Give me Small Business Saturdays over Black Fridays. Even better, give me the charm of Sundays in a small town.
Since babies, redwood seeds, and diamond rings are big promises in small packages, it goes to show that small stuff leads to bigger stuff. A small spark can lead to a forest fire or a 50-year wedding anniversary. If our lives are the collective works of a bunch of small moments, then being mindful of the little things is life changing.
Every day as a mom of young boys, I get to practice not sweating the small stuff. Let’s just say I’m a work in progress. Adventures with my two little boys have me outside this spring, watching tiny ants carry away the picnic and blowing dandelion flowers (sorry, neighbors!). I’m learning to not make mountains out of the mole hills of potty-training and preschool, and trying to be cognizant that it’s the little moments that make the memories.
A few days ago, a friend brought over some coffee and pastries, and we enjoyed one of those long, treasured conversations. After that, we had a tee-ball game where the action was intense, but I doubt anyone but the coaches noticed. With bases loaded, two out, and the tying run on third, a ground ball was hit up the middle. The Tigers got the force out at second… and the victory! It’s important to note that only moments before, I was trying not to stress about my kid doing cartwheels over third base.
I consider it one small step for this mama, and a giant leap toward potato farming.
Neena Gaynor is a Kentucky wife, mother, daughter and beekeeper who does life in Owensboro. She also writes on her blog at www.wordslikehoney.com. and can be reached via email at email@example.com.