Little Things

 

I sometimes spend too long worrying that I’m not doing enough with my kids…

 

  • I see that Susie Q. Homemaker’s five-year-old can make cupcakes independently, and I fret that my eight-year-old still isn’t all that adept at cracking an egg.

 

  • I sift through blogs and discover all the amazingly creative and crafty things Ally McCraftypants came up with to do with her little ones, and I cringe since, really, I’d rather just color or play play-dough.

 

  • I hear about mid-week church and Sunday night church and bible study after bible study and I think… is it enough that we go to weekly Mass? Honestly, Wednesdays typically pass me by without a thought of getting everyone to church… and I fear that’s because I’m not as faithful as Charity O’Holy.

 

Comparison is a beast, no matter how you slice it. 

 

When I find myself worrying about my lack of great achievements, lofty accomplishments, or grand gestures, I like to re-read this little poem. You’ve likely seen it before; I’ve read it many, many times. I’ve yet to be able to find an author for it so, if you know, please pass on the info!

 

When I worry that I’m just not doing enough for and with my kids, this reminds me how much the little things matter…

 

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you give your time and money to help people who had nothing, and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don’t.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’t feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it’s alright to cry.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

 

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I looked at you and wanted to say,

“Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking. “

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