The little things……

Our master bedroom looks like a mix of Costco items and LEGO. Lots and lots of assembled Legos that my youngest son worked endlessly on and doesn’t want to disassemble. (I understand, as I feel the same way about puzzles but at least those are flat.) So, they live in our room; on the floor, around our TV, around our bed, on the desk, under the bed. They live on the extra shelving we put up in his room and on the top bunk of his bed that is rarely used. I joke about if someone wants to take the most valuable monetary items in our house, take the Lego collection. As I stepped on a Lego structure last night (and cursed at it because of course cursing at an inanimate object clearly does wonders) I found myself getting frustrated. Here I was feeling pushed out of my own room by my sons endless collection.

But then, as I navigated through the Lego strewn floor, I sat down on my bed. (It’s the only place in my room that doesn’t always seem to have Legos on it) I took a deep breath and looked around. Would I like to have a room that just felt like my space? Yes. Would I like to have a picture perfect room that didn’t constantly have laundry on the computer chair or Lego sets all over? Yes. However, it washed over me that the reason I have those sets and piles is because I do have children. I have healthy children that love to be creative. That love to show us their inventions and structures. It was a moment where I couldn’t picture my room without those items. Without those Lego sets, without the tripping over them, my life wouldn’t be whole. And so last night, I decided I am grateful for the Legos. I’m thankful for the chaos that is in our house. I’m thankful because it reminds me sometimes the smallest things are often the biggest reminders to be grateful.