Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 16- Little things.

Day 16 - Little things.

Over the years, when the world kept throwing chaos at us, I found myself teaching the children to Learn to appreciate little things, be it the beauty of flowers, the escape in a good book, a simple walk in the neighborhood or the comfort of a familiar TV show. Finding joy in simple and little things!!

My 2 year old niece recently visited me, she had this soft toy named "Toodle" which she carried around everywhere, her little thing.

My little thing always has been reading, that is my solace. I enjoyed reading to my children when they were little, that was our thing. As they grew older, our shared moments evolved. We found a certain fascination for the TV show, “The West Wing.” Every now and then, when we are unable to decide on what to watch, we go back and watch our favorite episode, ‘the celestial navigation.'

And as much as I treasure our little things, I am equally happy to see my children find their own little things that bring them happiness. In their case, it is mostly music. And when the world throws chaos at them, they have these little things, their solace.

So, here is to the little things, the flowers, the books, the TV shows, the music, the dancing which bring us the unfiltered joy and connection. May each one of us have that "Toodle" we cherish and which brings solace.

"Enjoy the little things in life because one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things." - Kurt Vonnegut

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