This time of the year, I really get caught up in a lot of things that I’m finding really don’t always matter.  This week  I’ve learned a good lesson from my daughter.


As school starts each year, I start stressing over making sure my daughter has enough new clothes to start school in, enough shoes to go with each outfit (I couldn’t deprive a young girl of that and possibly mark her for life; a girl just can’t have enough shoes can she?), just the right school clothes and everything that I feel will help her “feel good.”  I then fall into planning now for what great things I will get the children for Christmas. These things are all well and good, but realistcally, they don’t matter that much.  If I stop to look back,  I realize I grew up getting only one or two outfits for school and heaven forbid only one (I hear gasps from the female readers ) pair of shoes.  And, I’m positive there were a few Christmases with very little under the tree — I survived.  I don’t know why in my adulthood I seem to think my children won’t survive without an overabundance of those things.


I’m not saying that I’ll deprive my children of those extras if I’m able to  provide them, but I think — yes I’ll admit it — I tend to want to overdo.  Watching my children this week, particularly my daughter, I realize it’s the small things that really matter.


Each day this week, she has come home from school all excited, not over a compliment she got on one of her new outfits or many pairs of shoes, but over simple cards I’ve been leaving tucked in her notebook or hidden under a sandwich in her lunchbox. 99 cents!  That’s all I spent.  And honestly, I think it could have been a note scribbled on a paper napkin and she would have appreciated it just as much.  I didn’t think it was that big of a deal when I put them in there, it was actually just an afterthought when I was buying groceries.  But each day, she has come home, read the card to her dad and even called her Granmommy to read them to her.


I’m not bragging on myself for giving her a card, it’s really a testiment to my daughter on helping to remind me what is really important — loving your family and showing them that you do. I get way to caught up in the unimportant things of everyday life.  It’s amazing it took my 11-year-old to do show me that.


I have prayed since the day I found out I was pregnant with her that I would have children with good heads on their shoulders. God is showing me that that prayer is coming true.


Have a great afternoon!

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3 thoughts on “

  1. She sounds a lot like my daughter.  We still call those little days out “Gull” day.  When she was little she couldn’t pronounce the R in girl very well, so “Gull” day it because. 

  2. I have to say that this was a great post. My daughter is almost 10 and she loves the little things that we do. I take her out, just the two of us for a girl day/night and we will go look around the stores at the things she wants to see and then go to starbucks or to get ice cream. She always loves it and says she can’t wait until we do it again. I love seeing her happy.  The cards are such a great idea.

  3. And you’ll find that you’ll not only raise kids with good heads on their shoulders, but good, kind and loving hearts as well.  Way to go!  Got the spare bedroom set up for us?  LOL

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