As simple as straws

Sometimes I struggle.

I struggle against runny noses, saggy drooping filled diapers, unwiped tears.

I struggle against a lack of bedtime stories, no hands to tuck them in, another birthday passed.

The struggle is good, but sometimes the struggle makes me want to run. It’s so easy to get overwhelmed with the big picture, and my inability to fix it.

But then I’m reminded, I’m called simply to be in this moment. To love to the very limit…and beyond…of my ability in this moment.

Sometimes that means doing big and great and noticeable things. And sometimes that means something much simpler.

It means putting the straw back in the empty drink bottle for the twentieth time. Then watching her pull the straw out seconds later.

And giggling together like it’s the first time it happened.

And putting the straw back.

And giggling together…