The Big Moments

The Big Moments

The big moments…

I find myself waiting for them. Especially this time of year. With birthdays, holidays, mid-school year reviews and programs… it’s like I’m out of the milestone moments of baby-hood. The ones that happen every few weeks or months.

I find myself searching for the next core memory— thinking it will be this birthday, or baseball season, or holiday… and it might be.

But then I think… scattered through my core memories of childhood are a few major dates here and there- but mostly it is the mundane activity of day to day life, turned exciting or spontaneous by a turn of events, that have held the most real-estate in my long term bank.

The fort I built in the woods with friends… a bike crash in the rain that left a scar I can still faintly recognize… what pretend scenarios I would dream up for my American girl dolls that somehow required a billion outfit changes…

What I’m getting at is this— adults love plans, predictability, routine. Re: me anticipating my kids making core memories— queue God *mic drop*… Life doesn’t happen according to schedule; childhood doesn’t unfold on the calendar.

This season I am trying to lean into the small moments. The ones that happen in passing. The moments that re-center me with a simple hug from one of my little boys. I’m putting my stock in those moments to help shape my little people— as these are the moments that ultimately shape me as a mom.

Motherhood is nothing if not a reflection of childhood. Just people of different ages, navigating the world one day at a time. Kids don’t know what they’re doing… but neither do we most of the time. Learning and growing each day.

Here’s to living in the small moments, mama. Im trying to.

Xx,
MacK