“It’s The Little Things In Life That Matter”

There are the big moments in life – a birth, a death, a wedding, graduations, etc. However, it is the smaller moments, the little things in life that make a lifetime. We remember all of those larger than life experiences for the specialness of them, for they either brought extreme joy and happiness, or devastating heartache and pain. Nonetheless, we remember them. It is the rest of the time though that really makes up the hours between those life-making/life-shattering experiences that select which paths we follow, which choices we make, and what kind of life we will eventually lead. Like I said, “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

The one thing that really brought this concept into focus for me was Cooper’s baby bed. If you know me, you also know that I am a very short woman. I rocked Cooper to sleep, and was going to lay him in his bed…that’s when I thought, “Hmm, it’s the little things that matter!” You see my arms are about six inches too short to actually lay the baby on his mattress. So, I have to just DROP him the last six inches! It worked for me, but not for Cooper! Well, we start that old rocking bit all over again, and I just sit and sit and sit until some taller person enters the room and puts the baby to bed for me! “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

In creating a living space out of my garage, we now have a six- inch step-up into my part. I was fussing that I was going to have to do something about that because I think it really is too big a step-down for my legs after surgery that is. Given that it is less than the average height on a staircase, everyone around me was instantly amused. You see, they have legs like giraffes and could see no problem with the step situation – until Poppie, our fat Jack Russell, got hung up because his legs are only four inches! That made my point as well, for my legs in comparison with everyone else’s would be like Poppie’s compared to a Greyhound’s! Yep! We both have short legs. “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

Courtesy has become one of the little things in life. For the most part, courtesy is a lost custom. I cannot tell you how many times I have encountered absolutely rude people upon entering a store or exiting a door. It seems like most people are in such a hurry to either get in or get out that the notion of waiting for someone else to get through is an inconvenience, one to be pushed on by quickly, sometimes bumping you in the process. However, I can readily remember the limited number of times when a man has held open the door and allowed me to enter ahead of him. That’s when I say, “Thank you, and would you please tell your mother that she raised a gentleman!” I always get a smile and a thank-you, and the occasional, “It was my grandmother, mam!” Yes, indeed, “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

There is a fine line between manners and courtesy.  I know you can consider chewing your food with your mouth closed, or not talking while you are chewing your food as good manners, but it is also a courtesy expressed toward others around you. Something I absolutely hate is when we’re dining at a restaurant, and some obnoxious piece of humanity decides to blow his nose at the table next to us! Good grief – GO OUTSIDE AND DO THAT OR TO THE RESTROOM! Grrrrr! Honking your rooter loudly in a restaurant is the epitome of bad manners right up there with hacking up a big lougy and spitting it out on the ground at your feet. Sheesh!  One time when my mother was in her 90’s, we were in a restaurant with a long waiting line. She was using a walker to get around, so it was extremely evident that she was not in tip-top shape. Sitting around us were lots and lots of people of all ages and sizes, and not one got up and offered my elderly mother a seat. I found it quite interesting that moms and dads with teen-age children continued to sit, never asking one of their children to move and let an older person sit down. What kind of lesson was being taught there? Holding the door for someone is certainly a courtesy, but offering a seat to an elderly person, pregnant woman, or someone with an obvious health disability is called pure old manners, and let’s not forget, “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

And then there are the pets! Whether you are a dog lover, cat lover, or heaven forbid, snake lover, it’s the little things that count. When my husband was recovering from cancer, our dogs clung to him day and night. They gave him warmth both physically and mentally as they made him smile with joy. If you’ve never had a pet that rode with you wherever you went, slept with you during every nap, and talked with you daily, you have truly missed out, for “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

Friendship is one of the things in life that matters. I saw a sign recently that stated that sometimes one may go for years and years without seeing a really good friend, but when you meet again, you pick up right where you left off. That is indeed a true statement. When my husband recently passed away, I had “friends” reach out to me from near and far, both in distance and in time, proving that when push comes to shove we are there for one another. Friends, “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

Prayer is a little thing, too. However, it is one which brings about huge consequences. I could not have made it through the past six years without lots and lots of prayers – prayers for me – prayers offered up by me – prayers from my children – prayers from our family – prayers offered by my church family. It is simply amazing how such a tiny thing, for prayers do not have to be long to be heard. They don’t have to be shouted to be heard; in fact, they don’t even have to be said aloud to be heard. Our Heavenly Father knows our needs; knows our hearts; hears our thoughts, because “It’s the little things in life that matter!”

 

 

 


Posted on Tuesday, November 5, 2013 at 2:50 pm