Doughnuts and Joy

My son, Ian, threw a fit first thing this morning on the floor for whatever reason..I guess he woke up in a bad mood. He was throwing himself around rolling by the refrigerator screaming that he wanted chocolate milk and he wanted to watch TV. All which he could have done without the drama. Then I asked him if he wanted a doughnut which we bought last night at the store. I don't normally have those in the house. Maybe it was for that reason, those were magic words. Doughnut? DOUGHNUT? He got up on his feet and perked up and smiled and was cheery the rest of the morning. He sat in his in Stokke Kinderzeat (you gotta get one China moms who are wondering what is and isn't worth the money...this is something that looks expensive but you will use for YEARS) and watched TV and smeared doughnut all over his chubby little face.

Ah, if only things worked that way for us now. I wish some days when I was upset that I could yell and kick and scream and have someone comfort me and a doughnut could make it all go away temporarily. Or maybe it just shows me that I take life a little too seriously...maybe my kids have something to teach me. Maybe we should live in the present a little more. Perhaps I hold on to the things that make me frustrated so much that I choose not to acknowledge the little things in my life that can bring me great joy. Maybe it's not in the form of a doughnut for me but it's in my son's laugh or my daughter's coos or my husband's hugs....and if I blink, I just might miss it.