It's The Little Things

Every once in a while, a child will do something that makes all those years of parenting (21, but who's counting?) worth it.  Something that makes you realize that, hey, there is hope that one of those little people who have been cluttering up your house for well nigh 2 decades might actually turn into a bona fide grown-up someday.  And this past week, dear readers, just such an event took place in my household.

The wrong way, but I don't care

You see, a child -- one born of my loins and suckled at my breast -- spotted an empty toilet-paper spindle and, of her own accord, retrieved a roll of toilet paper from the linen closet and PLACED THAT NEW ROLL ON THE EMPTY SPINDLE.

I know. 

Not to name names, but it was Susie, the 7-year-old, who has earned Most Favored Child status for the foreseeable future.  And every time I walk into the powder room and see that clumsily loaded roll of paper hanging there, I -- no joke here -- get tears in my eyes and a funny little pang in my chest. 


This, my friends, is what 21 years of parenting (and, yes, I do keep track) does to a person.  Just so you know...


[toilet paper image: J-TWO-O]