Walking my dog Taz this morning, I passed a mom and son waiting for the school bus. As we slowly trotted past, I overheard the boy, I’m guessing about nine years old, regaling all the fascinating intricacies of the silk worm. Mom listened intently as he displayed his prowess in all things silk-worm-esque. As he finished she smiled and said “I think you’ll do fine on your test today.” His little face beamed as he grinned back.
When you reach your perch in the middle-aged cheap seats, you are often asked: “What do you miss the most?” For me, I miss moments like the one I witnessed this morning – I miss the little things.
My son Jimmy is now twenty-three years old, and I’ve loved all the moments, big and small, that I’ve experienced with him. Big moments are easy to remember: high school and college graduations, prom, getting his driver’s license.
It’s the small moments that sneak up on me – the one’s that slip into my thoughts when I least expect them. A magazine photo that reminds me of bath time. A map of the US reminding me how we memorized all the state capitols together. Just last week I saw a pigeon on an office window sill and it had me recalling how Jimmy loved to run through the pigeons that would amass on the sidewalk outside of his daycare center. These are the times that I miss the most.
As Mother’s Day approaches, I’m wishing all the moms out there a million small moments worth remembering.
What are some of your fondest small moments?