What Matters Most

I had a moment today when I was mad.  Quite mad.

But then I realized.  It doesn’t matter.

But this does.

Today, Coop and I went exploring.

We found rocks.  Lots of them.  Small and tiny.  White and Brown. Speckled and plain.

When he said prayers tonight - the only thing he said ‘thank you’ for:  ’going exploring with Mommy’.

That Matters.

It matters that he cooked dinner with me.

And.

That he tipped that chin up at me, waited a beat until he knew in his little 3 year old heart that he had my full attention and then he whispered, “Mommy, is it ok with you if I stay three forever?”

Yes,  Coop, you can.

And that is what matters.

Most.