A couple of days ago, I found joy in my toilet.
Now, stay with me on this… I promise it gets better.
Since my 11 month old daughter can’t be left unattended when I visit the loo, I usually take her in with me, especially if my husband isn’t around. Honeybean sits on the floor and plays with her bath toys while I do my thing. It works.
Well, the other day, she observed me flushing the toilet.
It was over.
She quickly toddled over and started pulling on the silver handle that makes the potty go woosh. Three times later, I had to put a stop to it (afterall, it’s our only toilet and if it breaks we’re literally up the proverbial poo creek).
But in that moment – in the bathroom, on an ordinary day – there was joy. There was a little girl discovering something brand new. Something so completely mundane, I barely even notice it. But, to my daughter, it is a New Thing. And with each new wooshy-pull on the silver toilet handle, a little-girl smile with two tiny teeth.
You just can’t buy, manufacture, or invent this stuff.
There is joy everywhere – if I choose to see it. In every little conversation she has with her stuffed animals, every time she points a chubby finger at something she sees, every time she waves and says “bye”, even with every screech and scream. There is joy.
I’ve always been big on “little things,” because they really do matter – they add up – and I’ll admit that for a short while now, I’ve lost sight of how important those little things are. I’ve been in The Blur – but now, with the Christmas season upon us, I get into that warm, fuzzy, hot-chocolately, snowy, deck-the-hallsy mood and I can see clearly again.
I can see the joy again.
The trick is to keep seeing it. After the snow melts, the decorations are boxed, and the Christmas carols fade.
I think that will be one of my New Year’s Resolutions.
Keep seeing the tiny joys.