Sometimes, in the busyness of daily life, I find it hard to set aside some quiet time to sit still, think about what is right, pure, lovely, noble… (Philippians 4:8) and to pray and thank God for the day ahead of me. Mostly, it is just a quick ‘Thank you, Lord, for this day and for all the blessings, please heal…amen’ at night before I snooze into dreamland. I often have a couple of hours of alone time in the morning after sending the little boy off to school before the little girl wakes up, but more often than not, I spend this time planning what to do for the day, preparing meals, and facing my computer for some work.
Today, I had two moments which made me sit up and reflect. The first was when I found a plastic egg, the kind that opens up so you could put candies inside. I gave it to the little girl to play with, as she was already on the floor cutting up her blocks with her knife. She let out a tiny shriek while saying, ‘Yay, egg surprise!’ and then proceeded to play again. What caught me off-guard was when, a few minutes later, she called me and said in her sweet, tiny voice, ‘Thank you, mommy!’, with pink egg in hand, her face beaming with the pure, radiant joy only a child’s face can muster perfectly. I melted. I was in awe at how a small, pink plastic egg could bring about such a simple yet sweet expression of gratitude.
Which reminded me again, how, a couple of days ago it was the little boy’s turn to teach me about gratitude. I had decided to bring them to the playground at a village close to ours. It was a ten minute walk (with kids) away, but we could easily have taken the tricycle to get there in a jiffy. I decided we would just walk for exercise. Hehe. I did not tell them where we were going, just said we’ll go out for a walk. Now, even a walk excites them. They were skipping and singing the moment our gate closed behind us. A few meters from home, I told them, let’s go to the playground and play in the park. You bet this brought on a lot of screams of delight, in chorus. The little boy literally jumped for joy. The little girl laughed hysterically. Lol. Just before turning the corner away from our street, the little boy stopped in his tracks and looked up at me and said, ‘Thank you, Mommy!!!!’ with so much fervor, his grin extending maybe up to his nape. Lol. I asked, for what? And he said, ‘For bringing us to the playground, because it makes us happy! So very, very happy!’ After remembering this incident, and with the little girl’s outburst just moments before, a tiny voice inside me seemed to ask, ‘How long has it been since you felt that grateful and actually expressed it?’ And, I thought, has anything so simple caused such delight to me recently? I thought about all the things I have forgotten to be grateful for and started thanking God for them. You bet the little rascals were on the top of my list.
Indeed, out of the mouth of babes God has ordained praise and thanksgiving.