But why can’t I go with the boys? sniffed my little girl, as her brothers left for a day out with their dad. She stood for a moment, watching them go, with a dejected set to her shoulders. Then, in the way that only small children can, she shrugged, turned to me and asked, can we go and play in the leaves please mummy?
I looked at her eager face, eyes bright and excited; of course we can sweetheart.
It was a perfect fall day. The sky was blue and the ground covered in a blanket of crunchy leaves. Welly boots on, rake in hand, I followed the sound of laughter into the garden.
There is something so wonderfully cheerful about playing in leaves. Kicking them, crunching them, throwing them. It is impossible not to smile as you watch your child leaping and laughing, showering themselves in leaves.
Make a pile mummy, I want to jump!
And so I made a pile, then another pile, then a bigger pile!
My daughter throws herself into activities with such abandon; she can find joy in the smallest of things. Watching her teaches me so much.
Last year an ordinary moment playing in the leaves gave me a much needed jolt of perspective; a realisation that it is these simple moments with my children that really matter.
Of course, that clarity gets clouded on a regular basis by, well, life!
But, as I raked the leaves back in to a pile, for the umpteenth time and my little girl jumped fearlessly into them, her laughter was infectious. It was a moment that mattered.
Enjoy the little things in life because one day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things. Kurt Vonnegut
I recently made a decision to let go of some of my self-imposed obligations. To cut back on the to-do list. To let things go.
And do more of this.
Best decision ever.
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