Little Wonders

There are many people in this world who wake up every weekday to a blaring alarm (usually multiple times) to go to a job. Now, most of these people aren’t happy to go to work and often call their husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, on their way home to bitch and complain about the latest office drama, how their boss is such a _____ and that they wish they could quit.
For these people, I have deepest empathy, as I used to be one.
And then one day I decided to begin a new adventure, one that would lead me on a path to a simpler and less stressful life…as a nanny.
I can’t tell you how many days I call Mark just to laugh while he’s at work and tell him how Aiden said this or Delaney did that. And as I’m sitting here on a rope swing attached to a giant Oak tree, I thought it was a good time to reflect and be thankful.
A few minutes ago, Delaney asked me, “Bri, can you smell the Fall? I can…” To which I replied, “Yes, Laney, I can smell the Fall, and it’s one of my most favorite smells in the world!” Fall is the smell of the leaves on the ground, the scent of hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, and the smell of Mom’s chili simmering on the stove…all wonderful things I wouldn’t necessarily think of on my own without Delaney’s prompt.
Rob Thomas may have said it best when he sang, “our lives are made in these small hours, these little wonders, these twists and turns of fate. Time falls away, but these small hours, these small hours still remain.”
Children see the small things in life. Their perspective is refreshingly simple and sweet. I feel so fortunate to be able to go to work and take in the scent of Autumn, enjoy the sound of leaves crunching under my feet, play in a world of fairies and magic, and laugh with 2 of the most amazing little people I’ve ever met.
Don’t get me wrong, I have my days too…where I look at the clock and wonder if it’s 4 yet, but those days are so few that it makes everything worth it. Aiden and Delaney teach me to remember the small things in life: the smell of Fall, the satisfaction of making a perfect lower-case “p”, the beauty of magic, and the wonders of the world around us. They remind me to stop and smell the roses, or the leaves on the ground. I remember to take a deep breath in the morning and be thankful that I still have the opportunity to learn and grow. Children may not be perfect (they are human, after all), but they are an amazing gift.