Big and little

     I used to feel I must do great things. Growing up with a mother who felt trampled and unappreciated made me certain I did not want this same fate.
     I did what  I wanted when I felt like doing it, and no one was going to stop me. I painted, drew, created, made jewelry and wore mostly vintage clothes; 60's prom gowns, mink coats, Army boots and lots of costume jewelry. And then I worked really long hours to put myself through college, and rearranged my plans: I was going to open a vintage shop. I got a business degree and started selling old things I collected, locally and online. Really, I have done a lot of cool things.
     But the thing is this: I have come to be content with being a stay at home mom, and that's not small!
Really. I've seen that it's not the big things you'll be grateful you did-it's the small things. You know, the peanut butter sandwiches that look like hearts. The fourteenth time you read Olivia out loud today. The Halloween party, the Christmas Cookies, Candy Land, planting flowers, talking about heaven and hell and the big bad wolf (what, they all go together when you're 4!) The frilly pink stuff that you have to iron and they wear for two hours, but look so cute in.

    It's not the big things, its the little things done with great love that seem to make my life fulfilling these days.