Little things drive me crazy - like the bickering over who picked up the most toys. Or the crumbs that permanently reside under the table no matter how often I vacuum. Or the (not so little) laundry pile.
But today I'm thanking God for the little things that my children give me that I would never notice otherwise.
Maybe I'd take the time to go out and cut a flower for the vase by the kitchen sink. But I doubt it. But my children make sure there is always a blossom to cheer the dishwasher.
My children make me slow down and notice the first robin, watch the honeybees playing in the crocus and laugh at the bumps on the toad.
Because of my children I get to snuggle on the couch and relish another reading of the The Secret Garden. Then pretend to be Mary, Dickon and Colin as we dig in the flower bed.
I love the outdoors, but my children get me out more often and keep me out longer then I would ever stay alone. With them, it is easy to forget the cobwebs, crumbs, and the empty cookie jar and just enjoy the rare spring sunshine.
I'm not pretending that some days mothering appears an endless unappreciated drudgery. But I'm so glad that God sprinkles in enough of the little blessings in a day to carry me through.
I just pray for eyes to see it.