It's the little things

I'm not the one preaching motherhood above everything. Sometimes I can feel really trapped in daily routines, playdates at our house when I planned to do other things and mount everests of laundry. But then I find the grocery list on which our youngest (6y) added some of her favourites (peanutbutter, candy and cake). My mood immediately switched to 'grateful'. Or when I see what book our history loving eldest (8y) chose from the library. Such strong interests and opinions she has. A proud feeling comes up. Then I start setting the table (again) a bit happier.