As a parent, I’ve come to realise that it’s the smallest gestures, the tiniest words, and the fleeting moments that ingrain themselves into my heart and mind. While the big milestones and occasions are undeniably memorable, it’s the seemingly insignificant instances within my children’s lives that hold the most significance for me.
I still vividly recall the days when my eldest childrens eyes were wide with wonder, their giggles filling our home like music, and the way they would run into my arms. The excitement or pride that shone out their faces as they discovered something new or achieved something as I watched. Those memories bring me a great deal of joy when I look back over the years.
And, as they grow, these moments don’t diminish; they evolve. Now, they teeter on the brink of adulthood but there are still countless instances that warm my soul in the most unexpected ways.
It’s the way they ask me to remove a stubborn stain from their favourite shirt, a simple request that speaks volumes. It’s the phone call meant just for me because they needed to tell me something or finding a cup of tea waiting for me on the bedside table that says “I’m sorry” or “I love you.”
Just the other day one of my sons was organising his shelves and asked me what I thought he should display. I told him simply, “Things that bring you joy.” His reply came quick as a reflex “Well I can’t put you on my shelf, can I?” It was a smooth line I know, but it was sweet and as I laughed I knew I would never forget him saying it.
So, while the grand achievements and milestones will always have their place, it’s the little things—the whispered conversations, the shared glances, and the tender gestures—that truly define our journey together. And for these precious moments, I am endlessly grateful.
Beautiful Messy Life 