Little Moments

This title was unfortunately already claimed by a certain balding country singer, but I guess he was onto something.  Little Moments matter.  A lot, actually, and while I have always known that to be true to some degree, as a mother, I am learning it in an entirely new way.  The "little moment" that most recently became significant to me happened two days ago when I was cleaning my room.  Sarah Claire was sleeping on my bed, and my back was to her.  She had been quiet for a while, and when I turned around to check on her, she was propped up on her elbows, and was just staring at me!  We just looked at each other for a second; I felt like she was having her first independent moment.  She was just watching me clean, and was totally content.  I almost missed it.  I was almost too busy with cleaning my house to remember to just stop and look at my daughter.  Pretty soon, I'll be looking at a toddler who is walking and talking, and I'll be wondering how my little baby grew up.  My grandmother always says, "you can clean when you're old," and there are plenty of times that there are dishes in her sink and she still chooses to leave them to sit down and talk to me.  Even at 85 years old, she is still applying that wisdom to her own life.  I definitely don't want clutter to surround me- I'd go crazy!- but I have to remember that my priorities shouldn't revolve around whether or not all of the laundry is done or all of the beds are made.  I have to stop and absorb the little moments in my life.  As over-used as those words may seem, I think they are often said for a very good reason. See very good reason below: