Every little thing matters.
The big things often threaten to take over. The asthma attacks, the allergies, the sprained knees, and the strangers coming into our home and taking our things…
Those things feel enormous in the moment, because they are. They are all encompassing. They require attention, focus, action, and sometimes even a call to 911.
As if experienced through the rearview mirror, those things feel larger than they actually are.
Those things seemlike they might eventually come to define us. But they won’t.
Because, at the end of the day, those things are just experiences. They are just moments, stressful moments, that occur during the day.
My daughter is not just the girl with allergies, asthma, and croup that she just can’t seem to outgrow.
My son is not just the boy who sprains his knee over and over again.
We are not simply the family who left the window open and then got robbed.
Those are just experiences. They are things that happened along the way. Some of those things will happen again. Others won’t (we hope). Either way, they are just experiences.
Every little thing matters….