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Life is full of the ordinary. Mundane. Every day is exactly the same. Breathe in, breathe out. Rinse, repeat. The little moments hidden within the ordinary are important.
The unexpected, little moments that we often overlook.
Or take for granted.
I watch my little girls growing up in a blink of an eye. It’s unexpected. I know they’re supposed to grow up.
Yet, here I am staring at my almost 6 and 7 year old daughters. And I’m in shock.
How did this happen?
Where are those sweet, chubby, baby cheeks that needed my help for everything?
Those moments were lost in the ordinary. The mundane. The every day.
And I weep.
Not because I’m sad or I actually missed the past 7 years of their lives. But because I’m so amazed and proud. I watch them in all their wonder.
Exploring life. Learning.
They wake up every day. Treating it like a brand new beginning. And they’re excited!
Oh, to be a child again. To have the same wonder and amazement.
Full of beauty, deep down, beauty, their hearts, their souls.
Yet, the ordinary, the mundane, the every day, has gotten in the way of me seeing that.
Of enjoying it.
I don’t wake up with the same frame of mind my daughters do.
I wake up and see another ordinary day. Yet, they see something more. It’s not just ordinary.
It’s new. It’s different.
The little moments hidden within are the highlight of their day.
Yet, I let life get in the way. The frustrations of being the grown-up that I aspired to be get in the way. I’m so caught up in being that person that I forget.
I forget somewhere, deep inside, is a child.
Just like them. I can let go of being obsessed with the ordinary and see the more just beyond the horizon.
The promise that if I look hard enough and let go of my inhibitions, life won’t be so ordinary.
I let the idea of extraordinary cloud my judgement.
We had big plans, folks. The biggest. We were going to lead extraordinary lives out west come hell or high water.
Yet, here we are. Plans change. The promise of our extraordinary paradise just out of our reach. A sea of emotions and chaos.
Clouding our vision of the little moments.
Ordinary, mundane, everyday that caught me by surprise and allowed my children to grow a third of their childhood in the blink of an eye. I need to embrace it. Realize that our current situation is an opportunity. It is anything but ordinary, mundane, every day.
We can do this. Like so many before us, we are turning our misfortunes into something beautiful.
We can have this child the good lord has blessed us with and make the most of our time right here on our tiny Indiana homestead. It’s small, but we have big ideas.
Big ideas come in small packages.
We are persevering. We growing our homestead right here where we don’t particularly want to be. We are living, laughing, learning, loving. Even if it’s not our extraordinary paradise.
Good things come to those who wait. Hard work pays off.
As long as we continue to see the beauty in the ordinary, mundane, every day all will be right in the world. We don’t have to have a million acres to homestead.
We don’t have to be in our personal paradise to be happy.
We can achieve dreams right here.
Our kids are learning right along with us how to live.
How to love.
How to farm.
Or maybe they’re teaching us. How to enjoy the little moments. That our zip code doesn’t determine our worth or happiness. Our attitude does.
Life is full of little moments.
The trick is to live in those moments.
Those moments aren’t really ordinary, they’re extraordinary. They’re full of wonder. They’re full of light. They’re just disguised as mundane because we’re meant to look harder.
Little moments…. Don’t blink or you’ll miss them.