“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” – Robert Brault

English: A shower of water diamonds.

My son Jonah began taking swimming lessons alone for the first time this summer. It has been so exciting to see him at a distance, his little head just-barely bobbing above the water, a mixed expression of joy and anticipation crossing his face. He is very social, chatting gregariously with the other children in his class, testing out the echo of his voice across the massive aquatic center. I am so proud of the way he follows the instructions of his teacher and I observe her closely, looking for pointers. I too feel a mix of joy and anticipation. Joy for all that Jonah is on the cusp of discovering in his new life as a budding pre-schooler. Anticipation for the letting go that will come along with it for me. I bob in the shallow end of the pool with my younger son Adrian. He loves the water too and seems to want to dive out of my arms. I can still see Jonah, so clearly, on his very first day of life. And yet, now, Adrian, born two years later, is ready to swim already? Tears come to my eyes with a mix of emotions. I think about how the days are long but the years are short, as they say.

Later, the three of us go to the family changing room and my two boys take their first shower alone together. It is one of the most precious moments of the summer for me, their two unclothed bodies shivering slightly at first and then slowly steadying as the water warms. I notice that they have their own language between them now. Jonah enjoys his role washing off his baby brother with a hand-held sprayer. Adrian is in a state of pure pleasure, laughing wildly and acclimating to this novelty that is a shower. I can only imagine the cacophony of laughter and shouting that can be heard on the other side of the door.  I dry and dress them both with surprising ease – given the environment – and as we are driving home I give thanks that everyone is clean and ready for bed, all cozy in their car seats, busy with their snacks. I give thanks that I am able to derive so much pleasure from observing my children in such a mundane task as showering and getting changed after swimming lessons.

As the mother of these two little ones, I almost never sit in meditation. Instead I discover an inner silence in the space between filling sippy-cups and cleaning up crumbs. I focus on tiny fingers placing magnets on the refrigerator and the varied expressions of my children’s faces. I often listen to their words with peaked attention noticing the hairs on my arms rising up with this heightened awareness. The opportunity for bliss in a mother’s life is vast; we only need to truly see what is before us in order to experience it.

9 thoughts on ““Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” – Robert Brault

  1. This is so true! And isn’t it moments like these that are the reason we have more than one child? When people comment that they can’t imagine even have 2 kids, I always try to explain just how wonderful it is to have siblings, but it’s really just these types of moments that explain it all! I’m SO glad you linked up to the Mommy-Brain Mixer and I hope to see you again on Thursday! :)

  2. Your words are beautiful. Your mind and thinking process is beautiful. I am so grateful to have found your blog, the mind of a mother that is close to mine :))

    • Dear Ali …. I am so grateful for your words! It is always so nice to come upon a kindred spirit. Please keep reading my friend … xoxo

    • I thought I had responded to your comment but it appears not! Thank you so much for your feedback. It is always heartening to cross paths with a kindred spirit. Please let me know how it goes with your son! xoxo

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