Little Things

savoring childhood via @lizzylit

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It’s the little things I love the most,
the little things that make the good life good.

It’s brushing fingers with the boy-turned-man
I once begged God to turn my way,
and he smiles, twinkle-eyed,
and it’s still all for me,
and still my heart stands still.

It’s miniature pajamas hanging in an empty closet,
and I never thought we’d have someone to wear them.

It’s the delightful exasperation of
folding tiny mismatched socks
I thought I’d only buy for friends.

It’s my chubby alarm clock waddling in,
well before the dawn,
lisping, “Mommy, can I snuggle you?”
In she climbs, and she smells like strawberries
and promise.

It’s a victory dance for that first-time triumph;
it’s a wacky dance
just ’cause we feel like dancing
and the sillier we look,
and the faster we spin,
and the harder we laugh,
the better it feels.

It’s a monkey squeeze from a blue-eyed boy
who still begs Mommy to carry him,
and I’ll do it till my arms fall off
—which they may—
because I know it will end soon.

It’s the welcome sinking of the sun—just barely night—
and I’m so weary I can hardly cross
the toy-nado zone
to collapse and prop up my aching feet,
but as I close my eyes,
I groan a prayer of thanks,
and drink it in,
and promise never to forget,
never to squander
these little things.

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Author: Elizabeth Laing Thompson VIEW ALL AUTHORS POSTS

Elizabeth works from home as a writer, editor, diaper changer, baby snuggler, laundry slayer, not-so-gourmet chef, kid chauffeur, floor mopper, dog groomer, and tantrum tamer. She is always tired, but it's mostly the good kind.


  • jeri November 4, 2015 at 9:12 am

    such a beautiful reflective poem

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson November 4, 2015 at 9:41 am

      Thank you, Jeri! xoxo

  • Andrea November 4, 2015 at 9:35 am

    Gosh, this was so beautiful. Brought a bit of a lump to my throat. So very sweet.

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson November 4, 2015 at 9:41 am

      Thanks, Andrea! I was a bit teary while writing it myself…

  • Aisia November 4, 2015 at 6:19 pm

    I love this

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson November 5, 2015 at 7:20 am

      Thanks, Aisia!

  • Leah November 5, 2015 at 4:55 pm

    Gah! *wipes teary eye* I love it! This is what sets you apart from many of the blogs I follow. You feel all the feels and can capture it so well.

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson November 9, 2015 at 11:07 am

      Aw, thanks, Leah! One thing is for sure: I feel all the feels…and sometimes drive Kevin crazy in the process, ha! 😉

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