After several months of waiting, hoping and wishing, my 7-year-old daughter received her pen licence at school last Friday.
This will put pay to endless questioning each Friday morning of;
‘Do you think it will be me today Mom?’
(Pen licences only get issued on a Friday, of course! :-)).
Upon hearing the much awaited, and fantastic, news the Hubby asked;
‘Do you think we should get a special pen as a congratulations?’
I bet you can guess my response…
So, no new pen. After all, there’s a special pen from her teacher to be kept at school, which means the world as it is the only one she will use. We have an abundance of pens at home. It wouldn’t be special, it’d be disregarded, forgotten, left lying about and ultimately become clutter. And in my eyes we’re already drowning in stuff.
Cake, for example!
A celebration cake, her favourite – chocolate cake with frosting and buttons.
Like the one I made to celebrate going back to school. Yes, back to school, not breaking up from school for holidays. Today’s is slightly different, in that it’s heart-shaped.
Every day there are special moments, things to celebrate. They may only seem small, but they are worth celebrating. They are worth creating a memory for.
Having children allows you to enjoy their special times. Each little achievement is an opportunity for celebration. Being awarded a new swimming badge or achieving 10 out of 10 on a spelling test.
But what about us? The grown-ups?
Have we stopped celebrating our small stuff? Do we even notice our day-to-day achievements? Or are we always wistfully looking ahead, focusing on the big win?
Last week I read this post over at Get Rich Slowly. Lately I hardly read anything that opens my eyes and makes me think about things truly differently, I’ve read such a lot. This did. (I even commented – number 59 in case you’re wondering).
Sincerely, I may have forgotten what joy we can find in our own moments. Not just with our children, I notice that every day, I make that my job, my eyes are always open. But what about celebrating the small stuff specifically for me? I’m not so vigilant about that.
Why with each passing year does the ability to play one’s own achievements down become so much easier? Would we be happier if we congratulated ourselves more, rather than berating ourselves?
Perhaps it’s time to start celebrating the little things in life more, because maybe they aren’t so small?
Anyhow….off to frost that cake…and if I do a good job, I may just give myself a pat on the back 😉