My son is changing my life.
I just wanted to let you in on a sweet little conversation he and I had earlier this morning….
I was in the kitchen making chicken noodle soup and honey oatmeal bread (Don’t get excited. I’m not always so homemaker-ish) – when I looked outside and noticed how hard it was snowing. I turned to my three year old and said, “Wow buddy…look at all that snow!” He stood up and ran to the window for a better view. After talking about how much snow we were getting…he said, “Mommy, how will we ever walk through all that snow?” I said, “I don’t know bud….that would be hard, wouldn’t it?!” And do you know what my three year old little man said after that???
“One step at a time, Mommy. We will walk through it one step at a time.”
Ahem.
Did my three year old really just say that? I decided to concentrate on how difficult it would be to walk through a foot of snow – while my baby boy decided to be all prolific and talk about taking it one step at a time.
Goodness. Nothing like a good kick in the rear from a person who hasn’t even been to pre-school yet.
As much as I hate to admit it….this is pretty typical of us. I tend to make things harder than they really are. I blow things out of proportion. I let mole hills turn into mountains. And then I sit at the foot of the mountain – whining about how large and steep it is – complaining and throwing hissy fits. But my son? Not him. Even at the ripe old age of three – he works through things. Sure – the mountains of a three year old look much different than the mountains of a mom…..but really we should handle them all the same. His mountains might be made of Legos and wooden blocks – and mine might be made of worries and fears and budgets and stuff – but one step at a time up ANY mountain sounds pretty good to me.
My son’s little comment couldn’t have come at a more fitting time. I’ve been facing a few snowy mountains lately. Nothing compared to what others are climbing right now (not even close, actually) – but treacherous terrain for me nonetheless. And while it may seem cheesy and a tad bit cliche – this little “one step at a time” reminder – just really makes a difference.
Oh my, from the mouths of babes. Such wisdom that we all too often stumble over. I'm so glad you blog so you can share these wonderful moments with your blogging friends. And won't it be fun to look back over your posts when your son is older?
Love you,
Debbie
*cheers* what a great reminder of how we all need to approach our snowdrifts. and let me reassure you, I have my own (non-life-threatening but still very real) snowdrifts that I've been wearing myself out plowing through. Thanks to your tiny philosopher for being tuned in to the wisdom of his maker.
We all need this reminder…daily sometimes…Thanks for sharing your toddler's wisdom!!
Children are the best teachers I have even had.
It helps me to hear this too Kate. It is definitely how I need to be thinking right now. I'm much more like you than Jace, though I also have a preferred method of ignoring whatever mountain is looming in my future for as long as I can. But now a giant mountain is smack in my face and I can't ignore it anymore, and just today I was thinking what a grouch I'm being and like I want to have a hissy fit. I'll try to keep Jace's words in mind because he's right, it's really the only thing we can do anyway! What a wise little boy you have!
What a good reminder for us all!
…"out of the mouths of babes"…
Blessings to you!