It’s the little things

This weekend, I’ve been reflecting on little actions that have affected our little family during this last week. I’m amazed at how often these everyday, throwaway, and otherwise inconsequential things have consequences that are disproportionate to the action itself. In no particular order, here’s what I mean:

  •  My older daughter, who because of a difference in age cutoff dates for kindergarten between California and Vermont is much younger that her peers in the same grade, started what we call 6-1/2 grade this year. Academically, she did fine last year, except in English. This year, we found that last year’s English teacher retired and she now has a younger teacher who has a complete different pedagogy and instructional method. My daughter is now engaged and excited about everything she does at school. One tiny change — holding her back from progressing to a full 7th grade class — has already resulted in some amazing differences in her attitude and self-confidence. This flower, given to her by her younger sister, really reminds me of my older daughter because of the profusion of petals that mirrors her wide variety of interests and joy for life.

pink flower

  • My darling husband, who has been a frustrated in his professional life, applied for a position as the Lister for our little town. This Lister works with tracking property assessments, verifying values, and other related issues. It doesn’t have a lot of pay or a huge number of hours, but it is a job in which he has ample training and experience for his to excel. He was selected by the Town’s Selectboard, and starts this week. Although it seems little, I see the huge implications: success in something he desired to do, a chance to network into a more fulfilling career in a field he enjoys, and a way into the close-knit word-of-mouth based real estate community in our town. Our goal is to buy our first house together in one year, and here’s a first step.
  • My younger daughter went for a walk yesterday, and here’s what she brought me. It is my absolutely favorite shade of red on the planet, and she brought it because she knew I would like flower
  • I started a certificate program in which I will learn about Autism Spectrum Disorders. Our younger daughter is not on the Autism spectrum, but her tests revealed that she exhibited some traits and may yet be “on spectrum,” as it’s termed where I work. She was very excited that I am learning about this condition and how to teach people with it because I’m learning ways to connect more closely with her. I’ve also been invited to a private lunch with Temple Grandin, whom I tremendously admire, and have discovered a chance for financial stability that we would otherwise not have found. All of this happened because of one simple choice to learn how to be a better teacher.

It’s these little things in which I sense the Creator working her magic. I think these small magical occurrences heal our souls, re-energize use, and renew our strength to spread love to the world.

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