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It's The Little Things

 


The other day I was reflecting and I realized that the most precious part of my day, was the time I spent cutting the finger and toe nails of one of my 9 year olds. This was a day packed with car ride sing alongs, an inspiring museum trip, and a buffet dinner with a different group of kids. But the best part was the simple thing. He confided that sometimes he feels embarrassed to ask someone to cut them for him. So sweet. So simple. So necessary. 


This little boy has a mouth like a sailor and an exterior like a riled up porcupine. But he is one of my favorites. I know that underneath the spitfire is a confused cuddly little boy hungering for love and attention. So after spending 5 hours driving, it was my delight to clip and file his nails. 


Being a parent is about the big things, like creating them, but also about the little...sometimes it's the little things that make all the difference.

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