It’s the Little Things That Matter

I woke up to a dreary Tuesday. Gray clouds gathered overhead, the weather was wet and miserable and my alarm went off way too early. I dragged my feet while getting ready for work, putting off leaving until the last possible second.

rain clouds
Dark Rain Clouds, photo by Tech Haven Ministries

The drive to work was the same as usual, passing the same yellow Mustang and blue mini van that I always do, seeing the same houses with dim lights in the windows and people just starting to stir inside and the same black cows munching on damp grass. Even this morning’s soundtrack (Sherlock Holmes by Hans Zimmer) was a bit melancholy.

Then, as I turned onto the final stretch of road I saw a little boy bundled up in his yellow and gray jacket, book bag strapped to his back standing on a big rock at the end of his driveway. As I could see, he was waiting for the bus. He was waving madly at all the cars passing by. So when I got up to him, I threw him a little wave. His response was immediate. A huge smile split his face and he waved even more vigorously at me. I couldn’t help it. My face split into a wide smile too.

Catching the rain on his tongue, photo by Sean Dreilinger
Catching the rain on his tongue, photo by Sean Dreilinger

Just like that, my morning seemed a little brighter. The sky is still overcast, the day is still wet and I still have to go to work, but I feel a a little better about it, all because of that little boy’s smile. Cheesy, but true. I guess it really is the little things that matter.

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4 thoughts on “It’s the Little Things That Matter

  1. Perspective is a mighty important part of happiness. For that little boy, it was just being recognized for making an effort to communicate in the only way he could to passing motorist. Who knows, you may have been the first or only passerby to give the fellow a notice. He gave you a lift and subject for a blog post. As writers we must be aware of our environment or we can easily miss these important moments.

    1. I think so too. I remember waving at cars as they passed by (okay, so I still do that – you spoke of my maturity in a separate post) and always getting the biggest charge at anyone waving back. Seeing this little boy do the same thing just made my morning.

      1. maturity does not mean we cannot enjoy life. To me maturity is what keeps us from repeating the mistakes of our youth that hurt or hindered us or someone. Waving is something we should never stop doing. I still cut up and carry on and I am much more mature than you. As a matter of fact when i went to the doctor on Monday to discuss Malaria pills, I told the doctor I had no idea why he thought I was there for Malaria pills when i really wanted Viagra! You should have seen his face. Luckily we were school friends and he took it well.

  2. You said it! My dad says I shall always be twelve years old at heart (though how much of that is linked to me being “his little girl” I don’t know). Children, I think, are often wise in their own way, if not in experience in the way they look at life. There’s so much fun to be had, so much wonder in the world to see, so why not continue to look at it with child-like enthusiasm?

    Haha, that’s great. Yes, good thing he knew you and your sense of humor!

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