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Small Moments Spotlight

I am so excited to kick of my new Small Moments Spotlight series that I thought today would never come.

This week, I have four posts to share with you.

Two of these posts have stuck with me since they were originally published and the other two posts are new to me. They all make me weak.

Gift from frogs is from Kris of Pretty All True. It’s no secret what Kris means to me. I’ve written about her time and again. I’ve spoken of her friendship and her writing. But this post, well, this post touched a place in my heart and I will carry it with me for always. It is delicate and wonderful.

A warm night, is by my lovely friend Cheryl, of Mommy Pants. I read this post when it was first published and when I sat down to dream up this series, it immediately came to mind. It is warm and lovely and full of wonder. The love that she feels for her baby is so vibrant and real that you can feel it. Truly amazing.

Dolphin Day, from Nancy of Away We Go, highlights the magic that happens when we turn what initially seems like an inconvenience into a day of memories. Nancy is a gifted writer, so I fully expected to like her post. But I didn’t just like it…I was swept away by it.

Leigh Ann, of The Twin Spin, recently wrote Night time, interrupted. This post is tender and sweet. She captures a moment that we can all appreciate. She write so beautifully of what it feels like to have a moment rise up to grab and almost shake you to make you see it.

Please know that if you submitted something this week and I didn’t feature it here, that doesn’t mean that I won’t in the weeks to come. I might just be holding onto it for now.

If you happen upon a post that captures a small moment, or if you’ve written one yourself, please use my “contact me” tab (it’s over there on the left under “site links”) and send me the link.

If you’d like this badge for your blog,
just let me know and I’ll send it your way.

Introducing Small Moments Spotlight

I come across so many amazing small moments when I read other blogs that I’ve often wanted to find a way to collect them and share them with you.

I am so inspired by those who truly cherish the small moments in life. I believe that we all want to appreciate those moments, we just need to slow down enough to see them.

Beginning this Saturday, I will choose a few posts to highlight each week that capture a small moment. I’m calling this new feature Small Moments Spotlight.

If you stumble across a post that captures a small moment, or if you’ve written one yourself, please use my “contact me” tab (it’s over there on the left under “site links”) and send me the link.

And if I feature you on Small Moments Spotlight and you’d like to have a badge for your site, just let me know!

Small Moments Mondays aren’t going anywhere; there is just so much more that I want to share with you.

I’ll be back on Saturday with my first handful of posts for Small Moments Spotlight!

This should be wonderful!

The warmth of his hand

There is something so special about each of the bloggers I invite to post here on Small Moments Mondays (SMM).  As I’m sure that you’ve gathered by now, I over think absolutely everything.  When I compile a list of bloggers to invite, my list is never random.

This week, I’m excited to share with you my friend Fadra, who blogs over at all.things.fadra.  Why did I invite Fadra to tackle SMM?  Because I enjoy her writing style so very much.

I’ve been struggling to find the words to describe Fadra’s writing and the best that I’ve been able to come up with is to tell you that she uses exactly as many words as she needs to communicate what she’s trying to say and not a single word more.  Her writing feels streamlined and logical, beautiful and clean.  I also love Fadra because she is so savvy…more often than not, I learn something new from her posts.

Thank you for sharing your small moment with us, Fadra.  Your story makes me all soft and squishy inside.  Your little guy is a lucky boy to have you for his mother.

The Warmth of His Hand — by Fadra

I’ve always thought of myself as a small moments kind of girl. I actually do stop to smell the flowers. I watch the birds and butterflies in the yard. I enjoy my kitty laying next to me on the bed. I savor a lot of the small moments.

Thinking back to my childhood, I remember the family trip to Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, VA. But I connect with the memory of the giant paper flowers on a stick that my sister and I got as souvenirs. I remember collecting Valentine’s Day cards from my classmates but I can clearly see the red and white striped shoebox decorated with paint stamps of hearts and stars and moons.

It’s those small things that make those small moments that etch those memories in our minds forever.

And now that I’m a mom, I know that I’m creating those small moments for my son. We spend so many special times together and I think about what will stay and what will fade. I think about Little Gym classes and storytime at the library. I think about the racetrack he got for Christmas and the latest Happy Meal toy. But I’m hoping my small moments are the ones that will stay with him.

My small moments are the ones that come every night just before my son drifts off to sleep. I have always been lucky as a mom in that my son was a sleeper. At 9 weeks, he slept through the night. He loved his pacifier. When he got older, I simply laid him in his crib, gave him the pacifier, said goodnight and walked away. It was a simple bedtime routine. Never a need to cry it out. Never a need to co-sleep. Everything worked just fine.

Then as he got older, he moved to a toddler bed. Every once in a while, I would squeeze in and cuddle him. Most nights, I might sit on the rocking chair and stay for a lullaby or two. He’s almost 4 now. And a few months ago we moved him to a big boy bed. It’s a full size bed.

The first few nights I stayed with him until he fell asleep. I remember him telling me how he felt about his newly arranged room. “Mommy,” he said, “everything just feels so different.” Growing up is hard. I wanted to ease the transition. I stayed a few more nights.

Now, we have our nightly routine. We sit in his bed together. We read a book, or two, or five. We read sweet stories. We learn about sharks. He asks me every question in the world and I do my best to answer. We give kisses and hugs, turn on some music, turn out the lights, and turn on his Twilight Turtle projecting stars on his ceiling.

In the blue light of his nightlight, we snuggle. Some nights we just chat. Something about the darkness allows him to release his day. He’ll tell me how someone at daycare said something he didn’t like. Or someone took his toy. Or he heard some grown-up talk during the day he didn’t understand. We talk about it. I’m honored that he shares it with me.

He kisses my arm or my face. He reaches for my hand and holds it until he falls asleep. These are the small moments for me. The moments when I feel the warmth of his hand. The moments when I am amazed that I made this little creature and this little creature loves me “to infinity and beyond.”

Long after he falls asleep, I lay there listening to his breathing. I kiss him one more time. I cover him up with a snuggly blanket even though he insists he likes to be cold. And I imagine what dreams he must have.

I think about this habit I’ve created. He won’t go to sleep without me right beside him. I’ve undone all of the wonderful sleeping habits I established early on. I’ve become that parent that is trapped by my child’s bedtime. I want a break. I want my grown-up life in the evenings. But even on late nights, when I come home and see his lights are off and my heart sinks a little. These are my small moments. And they are moments I will hang on to as long as he lets me.

Okay, you know what to do now…go on over and visit Fadra at all.things.fadra.  Be sure to read some of my favorite posts: Why Twitter Friends Are Better Than Co-Workers, Joy Comes in the Morning, If I Was a Rich Girl.

And while you’re visiting, be sure to check out the genius new meme that Fadra has just begun hosting, stream of consciousness Sunday, where Fadra challenges us to take five minutes and just write what we’re thinking, as we think it.  No editing.  I took part this week and found it refreshing to just sit and write without worrying about anything but the writing itself.

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Each and every day, I strive to appreciate the wonder, beauty, and whimsy in the small moments, the moments that, when strung together, form a lifetime.
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