The little things in life

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Tuesday's Grand Connection Thought

by Mary May Larmoyeux

It's amazing how we remember some of the smallest, most seemingly inconsequential things.

The other day one of my granddaughters was helping me make the beds. "I remember making the beds with my own grandmother," I told her. And then my mind raced back decades ago to my "Nana." I could picture us standing side by side and remember her voice, "Tuck in the corners."

Later in the day I told this same granddaughter that she had been making good decisions and that she didn't have to ask me if she wanted something out of the refrigerator. "If you want some juice or fruit, you can just get it yourself."

"Nana," she said before bedtime, "When you said I could get my own snacks, it made me feel so good."

My comment had been such a casual, little thing. But it had made an impression on my granddaughter, and I sensed that she felt very loved.

What seemingly inconsequential things do you remember about your grandmother? Have they become precious memories?

He is able,
Mary
www.marymaywrites.com



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Just a Little Thing

Tuesday's Thought

Last Tuesday I shared that our three-year-old grand and I were going on a "field trip in honesty." I was going to take her with me to the store and pay money that I owed for incorrectly charged items. I promised to give you an update, so here it is.

Actually, it was a pretty uneventful experience. I explained what happened to the customer service representative (and to our grandchild) and wrote a check for what I owed. Our grand and I talked about why it's always important to be honest. It was just a little thing.

But little things count, don't they? I still remember my dad explaining to me that when I write a check it's a promise—a promise that the money is in the bank.

When someone carries groceries to my car, I remember how Mom would always tip the young man or lady who helped her with her groceries ... and I do the same.

And at times when I look up at the moon on a dark night I remember Dad and I standing in the backyard together decades ago. He pointed up to the moon and said, "A man walked on that moon today." (I'm really dating myself now, aren't I!)

Life is made up of little things. Little moments that transform themselves into days ... and months ... and years.

I love what Gloria Gaither and Shirley Dobson said in their book Let's Make a Memory: "We have this moment to hold in our hand, and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand. Yesterday's gone and tomorrow may never come, But we have this moment today!"

I hope that the moments that my three-year-old grand and I spent on our "field trip in honesty" made a lasting impression. Yes, it was a little thing.

But little things do count.

He is able,
Mary
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