Post #200: Perspective

The other day I was home with Paxten by myself, and everything seemed to be going wrong.  Cady (our dog) went outside and tracked in mud all throughout the house.  I was trying to clean it up, but Paxten was wanting to be held the entire time, so I was trying to distract her too.  She went into the pantry and grabbed a sack of goldfish, like she always does, but this sack was already opened.  (I didn't put it there.)  So while I am cleaning up muddy dog prints, I hear the pitter-patter of scores of goldfish falling to the ground.  I immediately stop what I am doing so I can clean it up.  If I don't, Cady  and Paxten will eat all of the goldfish off of the floor.  So I go and grab Paxten and put her in the living room, open the cabinet under the sink, grab a brush and dust pan and start sweeping.  At this moment, I should add that I am stressed out.  Looking back on it, I shouldn't have been, but I was.  So there I am with my feet spread wide, bending over at the waist so I can sweep all of the goldfish into the dust pan, when all of the sudden, the cutest little arm comes under my legs and starts attempting to sweep with the "broom" that she she found under the sink.  IMMEDIATELY, my stress goes away, my heart melts, I start laughing, and I pick up that little girl and give her some loving.

The goldfish got cleaned up and my stress never came back.  I couldn't take a picture at the moment, but I loved it so much that I put some goldfish on the floor for a reenactment.  See pictures below.  I love my daughter and appreciate her keeping things in perspective for me.  Taking care of her and her sister really is the #1 priority of my life.  I love them.

She was on her hands and knees and had crawled under my legs when she did it. That brush she is using is a baby bottle cleaner that she got under the sink when I opened the cabinet to get the broom out but hadn't closed.