I glanced across the table – a bowl of cereal and a little boy grabbing a spoon.
And all I could think was what a miracle it was.
A few days before, his youngest sister ate applesauce soaked cheerios for the first time. Such a simple thing – cheerios and little ones – but it is a huge hurdle in the arena of oral aversions. She worked up the bravery to eat a ‘solid’ and the reality of it not being such a simple thing was not lost on me. Granted, they were mushy cheerios and their ‘solid’ state is debatable. Nonetheless, it was cause for great celebration in our house.
When her older siblings first ate cheerios, we clapped and welcomed the new stage. I didn’t see the miracle then. A miracle in the mundane. A miracle I counted as routine. Ordinary. Regular.
What is routine and mundane to some is miraculous for others. This week my kids reminded me that what I often mistake as ordinary is actually pretty extraordinary. It is a matter of perspective.
Today I am grateful for miracles in the mundane.