Consideration
This morning I slept in. When I came out to the kitchen I could see that my five year old daughter had made her own breakfast.
In the toaster was a waffle and on the kitchen table was another one with a small bite taken out of it. Although it had butter on it and the syrup was on the table it was hardly touched. This was odd considering she loves waffles with real maple syrup. So I approached her in the living room while see watched cartoons. "Something wrong with your breakfast this morning, hon," I asked.
"Yes," she replied with small tears swelling up in her eyes,"I didn't want to wake you because you were tired, and I couldn't open the bottle of syrup, so I couldn't eat my waffle, and I'm really hungry and it's all your fault..........because I couldn't get the syrup on my waffle." I went quiet. Feeling terrible, and realizing how important the little thimgs truly are. And knowing my daughter shall never have to eat dry waffles again.....as my job of being a Mom, a good Mom, includes the small but most meaningful task of opening a bottle of syrup. And how was your day?
This morning I slept in. When I came out to the kitchen I could see that my five year old daughter had made her own breakfast.
In the toaster was a waffle and on the kitchen table was another one with a small bite taken out of it. Although it had butter on it and the syrup was on the table it was hardly touched. This was odd considering she loves waffles with real maple syrup. So I approached her in the living room while see watched cartoons. "Something wrong with your breakfast this morning, hon," I asked.
"Yes," she replied with small tears swelling up in her eyes,"I didn't want to wake you because you were tired, and I couldn't open the bottle of syrup, so I couldn't eat my waffle, and I'm really hungry and it's all your fault..........because I couldn't get the syrup on my waffle." I went quiet. Feeling terrible, and realizing how important the little thimgs truly are. And knowing my daughter shall never have to eat dry waffles again.....as my job of being a Mom, a good Mom, includes the small but most meaningful task of opening a bottle of syrup. And how was your day?
4 Comments:
The little things matter, they really do. My day... well, off to a rough start, but hoping for improvement.
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Desiree, at 10:44 AM
Awwww...Poor little pumpkin. It almost made me cry because it reminds me those little things that also matter so much for my 2 boys! Like yesterday, my older son brought home a little flower he wanted to plant in the garden. He told me whispering in my ear that it was a present for dad. We were quite in a hurry last night because we had decided to take them out to have an ice-cream and so postponed the planting for another day. This morning when we went to the day care the teacher asked my son if he had planted the flower and with tears in his eyes he said he could not. I felt so bad for him, I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in. Tonight I won't forget.
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Ririnette, at 12:47 PM
Thank You both for your comments.
And Des....I wish you the best.
Your children will give you strength.
Rini,
Yes, those little things mean so much.
Sometimes we just need to stop and listen.
Thanks Again for your imput.
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Unknown, at 9:08 PM
Thanks Crystal... my boys have indeed made this easier for me, and I'm having an optimistic day (or the antidepressant is beginning to work) I feel hopeful for better communication and conflict resolution to result from this (no matter what the outcome, together or apart).
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Desiree, at 2:56 PM
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