Small Moments in Time

As I grabbed a book from the bookshelf today, the thirteen year old asked why I was grabbing a children's book.  I responded that I was writing a blog about it.  She then demanded that I use her favorite book from childhood, Small Pig.

I have probably read/heard this story over a thousand times.  As I re-read it today, I was filled with memories of my children being young. The ability I used to have to comfort them with a kiss or nurse them to sleep.  How I was their entire world.

  How things have changed over the years!

Now my parenting is filled with discussions on driver's licenses and  on which swim suit will be appropriate, yet fashionable enough for a 13 year old girl.  A kiss won't fix the hurts they experience anymore. I'm only a guide now rather than the director of their lives.

 Don't get me wrong, I love teenagers! I own three of them right now. But every once in a while, it's fun to look back and remember days that were a little more simple. When a kiss and a hug were magical.

Life is about finding comfort in the small things.

So just like Small Pig, who gets comfort when he "sits down and sinks down into the good, soft mud." I get comfort in the memories of a children's story.



​authored by Deb Pocica