When You Value The Ordinary It Becomes Extraordinary
A lesson in opening your eyes to the little things

I was perusing around Coffee Times as you do when I came across this inspiration prompt from Vincent Van Patten
Vincent wrote about looking at the ordinary things we do all day while on autopilot. His suggestion is to really see these actions for what they are, tiny miracles.
It made me think about something that happened today. I have been suffering from panic attacks, mostly where there are crowds of people. A by-product of being home through the pandemic and residual trauma manifesting as the big parts are worked through.
Normally I would get by never admitting anything was wrong. This time I went straight to therapy talked it out and got some strategies. I have had frank conversations with the girls about what is happening. I want to normalize mental health for them, it happens, it’s normal, nothing to be ashamed of. Letting them know being strong means talking about it and getting help to resolve is a must.
I, hubby and Angela were out today at the shops. I was doing well walking around the shop finding everything we needed. I noticed the shop was getting busier and that all too familiar feeling of panic started. I could feel myself get warmer and warmer trying my breathing exercises, failing miserably.
Just when I thought I would have to abandon my trolley, run out of the shop, Angela appeared. She took my hand, smiled, and said “Don’t worry Mum, I’m here” distracted me by telling me a story.
Everyone around just thought my wee girl was chatting away to her mum a small ordinary thing. To me, it was a safe place I could zone out everyone else, concentrate on her beautiful wee face and cozy little hand in mine. She kept my hand till we reached the car talking all the way.
I told her on the journey home how helpful and amazing she had been. How proud of her I was. She sensed my panic and did something so small and ordinary it was truly miraculous. A big part of me feels guilty that she had to look after me. Am I failing her as a parent? Then I realize she is kind, patient, and lovely. I am clearly doing something right.
Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles This is a story that touched my soul. What a beautiful sentiment throughout and I marvel at the positivity.
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