It’s easy to miss them.
It’s easy to miss all the little moments that remind us that we matter.
It’s easy to miss those exchanges that show us how much we are loved.
It’s easy to let those moments happen, pause for a brief bit of gratitude, and then return to the hustle and bustle of life.
It’s easy to miss the weight of all those moments.
It’s easy to miss the weight of the quick text from a friend after your child’s sports game telling you your son played great and asking you how you are feeling.
It’s easy to miss the weight of that little package of skinny drink syrups and a cup of good gin left on your doorstep by someone who knows you share the same taste in quality cocktails.
It’s easy to miss the weight of a daily funny meme text from a friend just to make you laugh.
It’s easy to miss the weight of a Facebook message and post from high school friends who are just checking in on you.
It’s easy to miss the weight of a hug from a friend who stops mid conversation when you enter their house just to give you a hug - one of those nice long hugs that only real friends can give.
It’s easy to miss the weight of posts from online friends that you have never met in real life yet have somehow become some of the most important people in your life.
It’s easy to miss the weight of an Aunt who puts together a gift of snacks and teas and a Golden Girls mug to remind you of your grandmother.
It’s easy to miss the weight of group texts from friends who make you laugh, keep you connected, and accept you - even with all your flaws.
It’s easy to miss the weight of a 15 year old son taking time each day to ask you how you are feeling - even two weeks after you have surgery.
It’s easy to miss the weight of a 12 year old son somehow finding his way into the crook of your arm to snuggle a bit - even after all these years.
It’s easy to miss the weight of your 7 year old niece giving you a handmade card on HER birthday asking how you are feeling.
It’s easy to miss the weight of your sister bringing an extra bag of dark chocolate Cadbury mini eggs just for you because she knows you don’t like milk chocolate.
It’s easy to embrace these moments, soak them in for a bit, and then file them away in the back of your brain - filed in that dark space where the volume is set too low.
It’s easy for those moments to get overshadowed by the moments of self doubt, low self esteem, and insecurities - all of those seemingly stored in a place where the volume is kept too high.
It’s easy to miss them.
But we can’t LET ourselves miss them.
We need to remember how much we are loved and how much we matter.
Drag out your memories of those moments and shine the light on them.
Turn up the volume on those moments.
Write them down.
Hold onto them.
Turn to them on your dark days.
Those are the moment that matter.
Those are the moments that are real.
Now, more than ever, we all need a little support to help get us through the rough spots. With all the pressures of life, it can be a challenge to find time to not only take care of yourself but also to truly understand who you even are anymore.