Focusing on the little victories.
It’s hard sometimes, isn’t it?
It was really hard when we were in the thick of fertility treatments. As quickly as we’d make progress, we’d take two steps back.
I’m a mom of two now, and guess what?
Some days I still struggle to focus on the little things. And to focus on the right little things. Because there are so many little things that just don’t matter.
I wish there were mums surrounding our mailbox. Instead, there’s just mulch and dirt. Every time I see our mailbox it bugs me, but I can’t seem to remember to pick up a couple mums when I’m out running errands.
There are scratches on our floor from the girls’ toy box that they’ve dragged across the living room floor. And speaking of floors, they get swept every day, often more than once per day. But they’re never clean.
It’s easy to let myself focus on those little things, instead of on the right little things: Sweet moments shared between my daughters that could easily be missed if I were distracted by something that doesn’t matter. Audrey finally being willing to eat noodles after months of refusing (This recipe, to be exact.) Bonnie learning to sound out little words here and there. Audrey learning to say words, and phrases, and sentences. Bonnie volunteering to clean up toys at the end of the day, after months of fighting me on it. Playdates where ALL the kids actually play, together. And even nicely. DIY projects that actually keep both girls occupied for more than five minutes and are totally worth the colossal mess. My list of “little” things could go on and on. But reading them typed out like this makes them seem less little.
And makes me feel so thankful.