I reach under neath my chair and grab the canned fruit. The hard cylinder is grasped within my fingers. I hand the can over to my son who smiles and grabs it while leaving me his beloved woof. I tell him don't run, walk slowly. An okay from him and he is off.
Watching this tall little boy in footy pajamas with dog ears on the feet walking quickly from our seats to the front of the church, I giggled. He drops the can in the basket and off he goes, back to us.
Only after he is back in my arms do I realize, perhaps letting my little one attend Mass in his dog pajamas may offend someone. That little act of allowing a little boy be just a little boy could somehow result back to someone else as a sign of disrespect to the church.
Once Mass was over and we were walking across to the other side to gather my daughter who was sitting with her Nana, a gentleman comes by. He says, next Sunday I am wearing a pair of those!
As I sit with my son on the couch he grabs my hand and kisses it. Tells me he loves me. My husband and I both smile. My son is mimicking the actions of affection he sees Shawn show me. This delights me because I feel that he sees a small action and knows this is how we should treat a girl. My heart is warmed.
Sandra had told me this weekend, Mommy you are prettier than pretty. I reply, Sis you are prettier than pretty! Then hearing the echo of Logan telling his sister how pretty she is. My instinct tells me we are living a life lesson. Sharing, caring, and learning to accept, give and receive compliments.
Watching my children give eskimo kisses to the children of a friend. This is proof that I am indeed teaching them to build relationships, and how to love another. I am leading by example of what a friend is, even if they don't fully understand the situation that has led these children to our home on a school night.
Seeing the smile of a mom as I take pictures of her children with Santa, and then later emailing them to her, that brings me joy. When asked by my husband who was that you were taking pictures for, I shrug, I don't know, I reply. He smiles at me. I have brought him joy.
You see, it is the little things. Each being a gift. A lesson. Living your life simply means living for the moment. Living a full filling life that means living for the little things. My list could go on and on. The fact that I am able to sit down, write them out, and reflect brings me a peace and calm that I just love.
I want to live a life centered around all these little things.
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