Taking Pleasure in the Little Things
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Sometimes we are too busy worrying about the big stuff, seeing the negatives in life and not the positives, concentrating on what we haven’t got instead of seeing what we have, that we lose sight of the important things, the things that matter. When my beautiful Mum was ill and we knew that time was running out, I asked her how she coped, knowing she wasn’t going to get better and she said: ” You take pleasure in the little things Tamsin.” Eaten up by grief from losing my precious, brave, beautiful Mum it took me a very long time after we lost her,
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to see what she meant.
For what seemed like indefinitely afterwards an all consuming fog of grief didn’t let me see the wonders of the world, because I didn’t want a world where Mum wasn’t in it.
Now a few years on, I have some coasters in the hall, that I spotted in a gift shop on a weekend away. They say the words Mum spoke to me that day and passing them several times a day reminds me what really matters: a smile from your little girl when you pick her up from school, an old couple walking down the road holding hands, a compliment from a
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stranger, sitting laughing with your friends, or a beautiful morning mist lifting over the hills, all simple things in life that sometimes we take for granted, not material wealth, just being.
This probably sounds weird but I write down a couple of ’little things,’ that happen each day that have made me smile, just to remind me how lucky I am to be here, and even though it took a while, I hope Mum can see that I heard what she said to me that day. Take pleasure in the little things Tamsin, it’s the little things that matter.
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Tamsin Parker - 30 Jan 16
Sometimes we are too busy worrying about the big stuff, seeing the negatives in life and not the positives, concentrating on what we haven’t got instead of seeing what we have, that we lose sight of the important things, the things that matter. When my beautiful Mum was ill and we knew that time was running out, I asked her how she coped, knowing she wasn’t going to get better and she said: ” You take pleasure in the little things Tamsin.” Eaten up by grief from losing my precious, brave, beautiful Mum it took me a very long time after we lost her, to see what she meant.
For what seemed like indefinitely afterwards an all consuming fog of grief didn’t let me see the wonders of the world, because I didn’t want a world where Mum wasn’t in it.
Now a few years on, I have some coasters in the hall, that I spotted in a gift shop on a weekend away. They say the words Mum spoke to me that day and passing them several times a day reminds me what really matters: a smile from your little girl when you pick her up from school, an old couple walking down the road holding hands, a compliment from a stranger, sitting laughing with your friends, or a beautiful morning mist lifting over the hills, all simple things in life that sometimes we take for granted, not material wealth, just being.
This probably sounds weird but I write down a couple of ‘little things,’ that happen each day that have made me smile, just to remind me how lucky I am to be here, and even though it took a while, I hope Mum can see that I heard what she said to me that day. Take pleasure in the little things Tamsin, it’s the little things that matter.
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Tamsin is a 40-year-old bleached teethed, bleached hair, tattooed eye-browed single Mum of one who still wishes she was 25. A journalist and PR specialist Tamsin loves family, friends, football and fashion in that order. Her raison d'etre is nine-year-old Maisie Mae.