I have always been a believer my whole life that it is the small things in life that happen that matter to the most to me. Especially since the big things in life really never seem to filter down to my life. So the small things are the ones that give me a tiny bit of light at the end of my tunnel of life that there is some hope for my life.
Last Thursday was the day at school where my kids got to go to the school book fair at their school. My daughter had planned on taking a 20 dollar bill which she had got for her birthday and had been saving for months. Well she spent 30 minutes Thursday morning looking for her money and could not find the 20 dollar bill in question. So I told her I would handle it.
We stopped at a gas station on the way to school so I could get me some coffee and a newspaper and I also pulled out 20 bucks to give to my kids to spend at the book fair. I gave my kids the 20 bucks and told them that they could each buy one book and give me back the change when I get home from work that night.
I dropped the kids off at school, kissed them both goodbye, and also wished them a good day. I drove the hour to work and proceeded to have one of the worst days at work in recent memory. Well it was worse than it normally is on a day to day basis, but that is beside the point.
I got home from work to my son yelling at me to close my eyes as I came in the door. So I dropped the stuff I was carrying inside the door and closed my eyes as I was instructed to do. I opened my eyes to see my son holding a University of Texas poster board that my kids had brought home for me. What they had done was they each picked out a book at the book fair, and then they saw the UT poster. They had decided between the two of them to get it for me with the money left over from their book purchase. So instead of bringing me home the change that was leftover, they decided to buy me something. Well I hugged them both and thanked them for making my day. Here my kids had without being prompted by me or anyone else had gone and got me something from their book fair. Needless to say after my shit filled day at work, I was all warm and fuzzy inside with my gift from my kids.
So I say it is indeed the little things in life that make it worthwhile getting up each and every day. I guess on Thursday I realized that I have done a decent job in raising my kids to be good people.