A small hand tugs on my arm. A smaller hand reaches her spoon before I can get it into her mouth and smacks it onto her tray. And instead of feeling big, I feel small. Inadequate. In over my head.
Being new to Big Sky Country reinforces the feeling of smallness. The sky is bigger. The horizon is further away. Even the mosquitoes are bigger.
I've never been described as big, except my belly while pregnant. But nothing has made me feel as small as two little girls. And being so far from everything familiar causes the smallness to resonate, louder and louder, till it becomes deafening.
So what is there to do? One small thing at a time. One small diaper. One small outfit. One small bowl of mush and one sippie cup at a time. One small room clean at a time. One small box unpacked at a time.
Little by little, inch by inch, by the yard it's hard, by the inch, what a cinch. Never stare up the stairs just step up the steps, little by little, inch by inch. ~Patch the Pirate
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