This past week, I needed to work on the weekend to prepare for the short week ahead. My two youngest wanted to go with me to the office. I knew it would slow me down, but who could resist those two cute faces? And there will be a day coming soon that spending time with their dad will not be high on their list of fun times, so we loaded up and headed to an empty office.
The girls drew on windows with dry erase makers, played hide and seek in the empty building and wrote the word “poop” in big letters on my dry erase board in the hopes I wouldn’t see it and it would be there on Monday for others to see.
And then one of them made an observation. Sitting on my desk is about a 4 inch plastic trophy proclaiming me “#1 Dad”. A simple, small gift she gave me one Father’s Day. It was right next to the coffee mug proclaiming “Dad hits it out of the park” she also gave me. And it was the biggest thrill of the entire trip for her.
As a dad, I often try to give my children the “big” things. Go big or go home. But they see things differently. They want dad. Seeing those gifts on my desk let her know that she matters to me. Nothing flashy, nothing big.
Being allowed to spend some time with dad and seeing he cared enough to display the simple gifts she gave me mattered.
I once put both items in my desk because we had an “important” visitor. Never again.
She taught me the importance of small. Reminding me that for every big moment, there are a 1000 small ones. Small outweighs big.
I need to live in those small moments, revel in them, celebrate them, rejoice in them.
What small moments do you enjoy the most?