I always say my feet are bound to grow roots in this very spot.

If there’s one place I spend the most of my waking hours in our entire house, it’s the place you see right in the middle here–the tattered rug on the floor in front of our kitchen sink.

Making toast. Cooking dinner. Washing dishes. Pivoting back and forth, back and forth, from range to sink to refrigerator to freezer again and again and again. Then stopping, facing the kids, and watching them on the barstools in front of me as they eat.

It’s the spot where I swear I notice the kids have grown since the night before–a little taller, their faces a little sharper… further from the round, smooth features of babies and speeding unforgivingly toward the big kids, teenagers, adults they’ll be.

But they started here, small and soft, in this place where I watch them daily.

I get teary here. I get frustrated here. I get overwhelmed here. Sometimes I’m at my worst, most harried self here. But then I remember the view from here–those three looking back at me. And then, I’m grateful. Grateful for this one unremarkable, but beautiful, spot.

Motherhood is so special—and so hard! It’s truly the little moments that get us through. I’d love to hear, what are some of the small special moments that help you get through the day? Drop in on Comments and let’s chat!