I hear a small quiet voice and feel the tap of Zola’s hand on my cheek. “Mommy?”
We’ve been potty training her for the last two weeks and she’s had four successful nights of going without her diaper, waking us up in the middle of the night if she’s needed to go. I’ve felt my heart grow with pride in these last couple of days and am reminded that my little girl is growing up
I received a package last June before Ari was born and along with it came a handwritten note that read, “While you’ll be busy looking after the babies, we wanted to send you something to look after your feet. We thought this pair of Melissas would be great for when you’re running around after the kids. ” It could have been a note written by a friend.
Most days, I do my best to be positive. Since becoming a mom, a lot of things that I used to think were major have now become inconsequential in the grand scheme of things - things like skiving from school and being told that I should never pass on a social event. With some experience, we all know that we shouldn’t sweat the small stuff. But what happens when the big things fail to materialise and it feels like all your efforts have gone a plunder?
I figure that’s a good place to start.
It’s so easy to take writing for granted because it’s something so integrated into our lives. When we respond to emails, texts, write letters and notes to the ones we love, we don’t quite realise this amazing gift we have.