Early this morning, shortly after the alarm clock went off, I shuffled downstairs, to go through the motions of a
typical Monday morning.
Moments after I flicked on the kitchen light, presented before me, on a "surprisingly" clean-for-once kitchen counter, was my youngest daughters school work. A stapled together stack of papers.
All weekend long, this "stack of papers" got shuffled here and there and back here again. I didn't even take a second to glance down at what it was all about; assuming it was something that my daughter had to study for...an upcoming test, perhaps?
But early this Monday morning, as it sat smack dab in front of me, something alerted me to pick it up and page through its contents.
Low and behold that stack of papers was anything but just that! What presented before me was a report my daughter did for English class. No ordinary report, but one that was about
me!
Needless to say, I felt just awful! Awful that this revelation had to wait until Monday morning, as we start on a brand new school week.
I was also sad because I didn't get to talk to my daughter over the weekend, going over the wonderful paper she wrote!
After I put the paper down, and sat there silent for a minute, I then began to feel grateful. Grateful that early this morning, I learned a valuable lesson that had somehow escaped me before today. The lesson was to be
present in the
moment!
I truly need to take the time to appreciate the little things more.
The little things, like finally taking the time to read my daughters beautiful paper, which proved to teach me a lesson on life.
