It’s in the Little Things

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I’m a procrastinator. Not of things on my To-Do list. Not of homework. Not of housework.

I procrastinate at grabbing my husband for a quick kiss. I put off telling my children how much I appreciate them. I disregard those fleeting thoughts of making something in particular special.

I read a story recently that reminded me what can happen in mere seconds. And of course the Erma Bombeck poem has stuck with me for years (see below).

I know it’s in the little things. I have a salt/pepper set that comes out every fall. They’re shaped and painted to look like beautiful Fall leaves. I always put them out…but never to use. This year I looked at them and paused to wonder why not? So I did. The reaction from the boys have been astounding…they can’t use them without saying something. A simple decision to make something special.

I hope I remember to continue this outlook for years to come.

If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love you’s”.. More “I’m sorrys” …

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.

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  • Great post! There are so many little things people take for granted or try to rush along. I enjoyed the poem. It’s nice to slow down and pay attention to those little things. The little things turn out to be the best things.

  • Fabulous post! I remember when my mom started using the good china more often. She said there was no point in having it if you couldn’t put it to good use. I think she might have regretted that decision when I broke her gravy boat (in the discontinued pattern…yikes!). Good reminder to stop and smell the roses and enjoy those smaller moments that bring great joy!!

  • jenny,
    beautiful post that more should read. we often don’t take time out of our crazy busy days for the little things that are most important. hope you are well luv. :)gina

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