Long gone are the days when sleeping in was beyond 7:05. They have been replaced by little things. Take for instance this morning. It was still dark outside, due to the time change. I went upstairs to get the kids up, who don’t know about the time change; so they did sleep in a little bit. I walked into the girls’ room and Candice was laying with Samantha in her bed and I can hear them just talking away, you know, girl-talk. Madison is standing beside the bed playing with a doll. Sisters being sisters and just totally loving life.
I walk into the boys’ room and Hudson stands up smiling, as if he has been up for awhile, just waiting for me to come get him. Logan was still asleep when I went in, but heard me getting Hudson up. He roles over and smiles…”Hi, Daddy.” Its the little things.
I start working on the blueberry pancakes and cups of milk for the kids. When I get back upstairs to give the kids their breakfast and turn on Noggin for them, I take a glance outside. It is calm and quiet. I look to my right, towards the East, and what a sunrise. The purples and oranges and yellows and blues that seem to be put there on purpose by some great painter.
My life has been flipped upside down, shaken and stirred, and then thrown in the air. It has been one heckuva ride. Sure, it has had it’s very low points. But the highs…well the highs need more of a focus. This Sunday has helped with that. My kids smile a lot. They sing a lot. And for the most part, they play well together. I so desperately want to be successful at my job. It is not even a competitive thing. I will admit, it is a pride. I want my passion for my job to come through. But if I never make another sale. If I am never given another promotion or bonus or any other resemblance of success, I have still made it.
Here are some little things I have learned to hold onto: My daughters’ little hands in mine, My son being so proud of something that he wants to show his dad, My kids needing me, My whole family anxiously awaiting my arrival from a trip, my wife’s care of me in a million different ways, and the many other ways that each of my family members have shown me that they need me. Because, big person or little person, it is so great to be needed.
Yeah, I guess God does know what He’s doing… 🙂