I’m late a lot. Running behind schedule, rushing out the door late. I like to blame my children, but it’s mostly my fault. Or my husband’s. He does dumb stuff when we should be leaving the house. When I was in labor with our son, my better half took the dogs for a long run at the park. Can we say terrible timing?
Despite the chaos, things always seem to work out. I didn’t deliver our baby on the side of the road, which was lovely. And when we’re finally in the car, late to whatever our destination is, I thank God for small favors like green lights or no traffic.
I’ve been noticing small favors more often lately.
The rain holding off until after the T-ball game. The kids sleeping in the extra 15 minutes I need to pay bills in peace. My favorite pair of jeans actually being clean.
I’m trying to be more cognizant of these things, more grateful. It’s way too easy to get caught up in the bad, the dregs of the daily grind, and it can be nearly impossible to believe it will get better when it just seems to get worse. But better it will be.
Yesterday, my 14-month-old pulled herself to stand for the first time.
I’m fully convinced the original title of Ice Cube’s rap song “Today Was a Good Day” was “Small Favors,” but his label didn’t think it was street enough. Whatever. He didn’t have to use his A-K and my kid crawled up two steps. Samesies.
Today is a good day.
This song has lots of swears and is not kid or work friendly.
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