It’s The Little Things

Life is made up of hundreds of thousands of small, tiny moments. Little things. Good, beautiful things; and hard, ugly things. I have found that although the big events change us forever, the little things are what shape us into who we are.

This past weekend for Easter, we drove to Alabama to see my grandparents and my best friend visiting from Texas. It’s typically a 4 hour drive. My plan was to leave work a little early Friday, drive a smooth 4 hours, be there by about 7 pm, settle everyone into bed and cruise into the weekend. Now, who spiked my diet ginger ale at work to make me think these impossible thoughts I may never know. But that was my expectation.


Nevermind the flooding and tornados happening everywhere the whole day prior to our departure. The late start to work because of vehicles submerged in water and boat rescues on highways. The enormous fire of a major electric company in the area resulting in sirens and fire trucks ripping up the water logged roads. The terrential downpour of rain so thick you can’t see your hand in front of your face, and so loud you can’t hear yourself think.

No. These things will not slow us down. We will leave on time and traffic will be fine and all will be well.

La-la land was nice while it lasted but let me tell you, that is not how Good Friday went.

We started out well enough all things considered, but minute by minute as we sat rotting away in traffic, my attitude started to shift. To my boys, I maintained my happy mom face, but inside, I was raging.

There is nothing cooler than being trapped in a car with 3 toddlers on what should be a 4 hour trip for a rock solid 7 hours while the youngest screams at the top of his ever-loving lungs almost continuously for the entire trip…on five hours of sleep…in the rain…alone. Except maybe scooping my ear holes out with spoons or shoving bamboo shoots up my finger nails.

But then this cute craziness reminds to breathe and just soak it all in.

After being on the road about 7 hours, one of my twins started screaming saying his ear was hurting. I know when things are serious and this was not a joke. We were about 20 minutes from our destination and it was 9 o’clock at night with the screamer finally sleeping soundly. But when duty calls, it calls. So we stopped at CVS and the crew of us went in to get some tylenol since that was all I could find to help in the short term.

We completed our mission successfully and i gave my sweet pea some tylenol as we finished the final leg of our trip. We finally made it! After unloading and setting up beds and feeding everyone and allowing them to run around like lunatics to stretch their legs and bodies before bed, I started the bedtime routine. Again, fully expecting things to go smoothly.

Long story short, it didn’t go smoothly.

Everyone was awake til 1 am, and then no one could sleep in their beds alone. So me and my 3 boys piled into the pull out bed together and attempted sleep that way. With one attached to my boob and the other two wrapped around the other portions of my body, I tried to will everyone to sleep. But Connor had a raging ear infection and the poor thing was miserable. After getting the little one to sleep finally, I freed up my arms for the sick punkin. And he stayed in my arms the rest of the night as we rotated from bed to chair trying to help him get rest.


He slept for maybe 15-30 minutes at a time before he’d wake up again screaming in pain. And there was nothing I could do about it but hold him.

By 6 am, we were up for good running on the previous night’s 5 hours. I was beat and outwardly didn’t have the greatest attitude about my sleep deprivation and difficult trip the day before. But mostly, I was sad for my Connor and frustrated I couldn’t make it better right away.

He’s a trooper though, and the two of us survived on Tylenol and coffee (Tylenol for him, coffee for me) and we carried on through our day, managing to make it a pretty good one. By that evening, he was inconsolable in pain and I had to call in Dr. Gigi who was able to call in some anti-biotics for us.

Life changing!

He was almost immediately better and the rest of the weekend was as smooth as it gets with 3 boys hopped up on sugar and Easter adrenaline.


My point in sharing all of that is, in the grand scheme of life, this was a weekend full of little things. Dispursed between the tough things like traffic and screaming babies and sickness and sleep deprivation, there were tons beautiful things.

There was laughter. There was time with family and a reunion with my lifelong friend. There were sticky, chubby little hands that wanted to hold mine. There were plush cheeks I got to kiss a million times. There was faith, food and fellowship. There was me, present with my children for everything. There were memories made and tiny moments spent together I’ll remember forever. There were valuable conversations and sparkles in my son’s eyes that let me know I’m getting at least a few things right.


Motherhood is hard. But even in those hard, crazy, sleep deprived, desperate moments, the fact that I get to be the one who comforts my sick child is priceless. Their sweet comments like, “Hey mom remember when I was in your belly? That was my good home!” make even annoying things like traffic seem like heaven, because I am right where I’m supposed to be, and that’s with my boys.

Not every little moment is perfect. Not every minute of motherhood is enjoyable. But each moment builds upon the last and they all matter. It’s those little things inside the little moments that create a life. And really, it’s a beautiful little thing!









“Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you will look back and realize they were the big things.” Kurt Vonnegut

What little things have you loved lately?

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19 thoughts on “It’s The Little Things

  1. Oh, so true! Those little things are huge! Frustrations are there but they fade in the light of all those glorious, God-given moments. We had our share of them this year, from egg hunts to sharing dinner with a lonely widow in our community to reading the story of Jesus. All were especially poignant as we praised the Lord 98 mile an hour winds narrowly spared our house early Good Friday morning and we had electricity back in time for Easter dinner! Glad to read despite the stress you had such a blessed time, friend! Thanks for sharing! 🙂

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  2. I’m reading this right after my youngest finally stopped screaming for an hour. Feeling at my wits end, he stopped. I don’t know why. I had been doing everything to comfort him to no avail. He just finally stopped. He’s been sick all weekend and discovered a new way to scream at a different pitch. Anyhow, I agree, I am happy that I was able to be here with him to love and comfort him, to hold him screaming in my ear until he was ready to stop. I’m glad your weekend turned out better. Seven hours of screaming?! You’re a saint!

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    • Oh my goodness Tarynn! I didn’t feel like a saint… Haha! It was rough! But thank goodness foe the saving grace of fun activities, friends and beautiful weather…and let’s not forget the antibiotics! Sent straight from heaven! We ended much better than we started and all in all, it was wonderful! I know the pitch of scream,you’re speaking about. Luke yells from his toes and I literally feel it in my body. Its a struggle haha. But we make it and we learn that this too shall pass, and some day, in some sick way, we will miss even those things! 😍

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    • Thank you! It would’ve been fine if it weren’t foe the little one screaming the whole time. The twins are great travelers. Luke…not so much haha! Bit he did good on the way home, thank goodness!


  3. I loved this whole post. I love how even though your car ride sounds pretty awful you hung in there and did your thing. You focused on all the good things. You maintained a positive outlook and persevered – even into the sleepless night! Bless your heart! I’m just so impressed and inspired. Your outlook is so beautiful and it really shines through. It’s not easy to keep on keeping on – especially when the problems seem to pile up, but wow you really did. 🙂 Beautiful post!

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  4. I loved reading this post. Your words are so true, during the meltdowns and let downs it seems like the end of the world is near and nothing can turn it around and then it’s over. The aftermath is not full of heartache and stress, in reality most of the time we don’t even remember the bad…only the good.

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  5. You are so right, and I’m slowly learning that very little in motherhood goes as planned. And this post also reminded me, I need more spiked diet ginger ale in my life. I haven’t had since before I got pregnant. Great piece, Manma. Glad to see you had a beautiful Easter!!

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  6. After reading just a handful of your articles I can tell you I am completely in tears right now.. and so thankful I found this… Through your stories God is helping me to heal and to deal with my own situation.. I pray that you are blessed as well as I pray that my own situation would unfold in glorious bits and pieces much more smoothly than my past has been and filled with every drop of love I can muster to give .. thanks for giving me back my fight!! ❤ #fightforlove ❤

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    • I cannot tell you how much this means to me!!! Honestly, thank you! I am so glad you found me and so encouraged to hear I have been an encouragement to you, even in some small way! Keep up the good fight! Love to you ❤


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