I’ve written about this before, but was once again reminded just how true it is. We – all of us – have to find a way to stop sweating the small stuff. We just have to.
I know – that sounds so easy, right? And sometimes it actually is.
Sometimes – not so much.
I let things get to me. I’m getting much better about it – but there are times. Trust me.
I look at life like this – we make our choices. We decide what we want to do. I mean, for the most part. I’m talking about day to day things. I decided to go to grad school – in the midst of starting a business, taking care of my girls, and doing some freelance writing. My decision – so when I even start to complain about it, I get so mad at myself.
The truth is, it doesn’t matter what we do or why we do it – we just have to do it without all the worrying.
Last night, I was ‘venting’ a bit to my husband – who is truly the most supportive man alive. He has supported every preposterous idea I’ve ever come up with. It’s really quite remarkable.
I’ve felt a bit rundown over the past few days, and just wanted to go to bed at 7 p.m. last night. I’m not kidding. Of course, I didn’t. I wanted to, though.
I finally fell asleep and woke up with a renewed energy. So, I thought about all of the things on my to-do list, and instead of getting stressed – I went through things one by one. I usually get most of my writing and work done at night when the babies are sleeping, but I’m a bit behind. So I knew today would be busy. And, things were going great. Until, a little blonde haired-blue eyed sweetie wanted to change up my plans.
Ella came up and said, “snuggie”. That means she wants to sit on my lap and snuggle. There was a part of me that wanted to say, “In a minute, baby. Give me a minute and let me finish what I’m doing.”
But I thought about those handprints on the glass.
Here’s what I mean by that.
It used to drive me nuts when there were itty bitty hand prints on my windows and doors. I don’t know why. It just did.
Not any more.
The thing is – I remembered something a wonderful mom told me once as I was doing a story with her. She’d lost her little girl – and she told me that one of the things she misses most is seeing those little hand prints on the glass.
As Ella asked me to snuggie with her, I thought about that.
I’m glad I thought about that today.
I guess I needed that reminder. Maybe we all do. From time to time we need to be nudged. It’s okay, though.
Who cares about clean glass. I mean really? Who cares about getting every single thing done. Clean. Washed. Written. Paid. Posted. Whatever. Who cares.
Who cares about that stuff.
I’m sure I will get to all of that. When I get to it.
This morning was spent basking in the glory of motherhood.
Because believe me – I know how lucky I am.
I know that having my girls is everything. I know that they could be taken away at any moment. I know this other stuff can wait. And it did. Until sweet Ella took a cat nap. Now, I’m working like a maniac and you know what, I’m cool with that.