The Little Things That Take My Breath Away

Once upon a time, there was a man and a woman who dreamt of having a child. There were days when it seemed that it would never happen, but they kept hoping and praying that one day, they would hear cries in the middle of the night…cries for them.

And one day…they did.

And I still can’t believe that you are real. That you are my child. That you call me mommy.

But you do. It’s real.

So, I want you to know how grateful I am and how my breath catches by some of the littlest things. I am a mom to a little girl and these are the things I treasure:

• Little yellow rain boots by the back door
• Crumbs in the back seat of the car
• Monster High stickers on my coffee table
• Rocks in my purse
• A refrigerator covered in drawings
• Saturday mornings when I don’t get to sleep in
• Katy Perry blasting in the car
• Rocks on the kitchen table
• A chair for one, that now squeezes in two
• Spontaneous dance parties
• Weekly trips to the library, loaded down with books
• Long blonde hair in my hairbrush
• Knock Knock jokes that don’t make sense
• Rocks next to my bed
• A bathroom cabinet filled with cotton balls and leaves for the fairies
• Chalk on the sidewalk
• Cartoons on the TV
• Chasing down the ice cream truck
• Kisses that work like medicine
• The tiny toothbrush next to the sink
• Glitter….everywhere
• Smiles that change with new teeth
• The endless stream of “mommy…mommy…mommy”

When you are wishing for a child, it’s these little things that you dream of. Many of these “annoying” things are the greatest gifts I could ever imagine.

For my birthday last year, my husband bought me my first Prada bag. It is now filled with rocks, colorful band-aids, and sugar packets.

And I couldn’t be happier.

Image by Rob MacEwen