It’s not the moments that are memorable, it’s the way they make you feel.

I didn’t know how I wanted to start this post.  How Do I put into words how I felt about such simple little events that can seem so trivial to others. How do I portray such a simple story..

It has been a roller coaster with you, Mateo. Mostly ups. But the dips hit hard.

You are two and a half now. Strong willed and a sweet soul, like Ferdinand. You get so upset when I don’t understand what you want or are trying to say, and we are working on that with speech therapy. Your bravery is on another level.

The other day we made slime and you guys had an absolute blast making it! I remember you made a little crown out of it and put it on your head. To your surprise it was very difficult to take it off because it kept sticking to your hair. You came to me, sooo calmy and telling me to help you. I did the best I could, I could tell it was hurting when I was pulling your hair and I told you we will get the rest in the bath. Well you went to the bathroom by yourself, and started putting soap and water on the parts where the slime was stuck. You tried so hard to take it off, maybe in fear that you would get in trouble? You came to me with your head wet, not a tear in your eyes but I saw so much bravery in you. I was so proud of you that moment. I saw a little boy, who was showing his independence and instead of freaking out, you figured out a solution. Like I said, trivial to others.

You think you will never forget how a moment made you feel, you think you will never take a day for granted and focus on your blessings in a midst of a mental breakdown you have while yelling at your child after 5 hours of trying to keep your cool. But we all know that’s not true. Life happens. And we do forget. We so anxiously await for the future, for them to grow or for change to happen. Living in the present requires acknowledging that every single moment is a gift.