He hovers near and I can tell there’s something in the very way he breathes, words waiting to be released. I lean in, I listen.
What is it? I say while his small hand finds it’s way around my arm, a pseudo hug. Until he gives in and it becomes a real one.
I just love you. His small voice dances through my ears and right to my heart. It’s sweet and it’s tender and with all the big voices, loud singing, drumming and every other boisterous noise that is pretty much on a consistent rotation in the constant radio stream that is this little love of mine, he’s still got that delicate way of delivering his most precious of messages to me.
Small. Right now, that’s who he is. Fingers that fit in my palm, feet that try to fit into my shoes and clomp, clomp, clomp across the floor. And yet, there’s no greater tug on my heart than those quiet words from his wee lips.
There’s always the advice in motherhood that when you really want your children’s attention, when you really need them to pay attention, instead of raising your voice, you talk in whispers. Flip the script. Make them lean in to hear you. Instead of an assault on everyone’s senses by being louder and louder, let the innate fear of missing out, the desire to “be in the know” work for you. Whisper, make it exciting, use the quiet and let them come to you. They will lean in, they will listen.
So many times in life I’ve felt small. I’ve felt like my voice wouldn’t be heard, couldn’t be heard. I thought that my contribution wouldn’t make a difference, so why even do it?
Sometimes the change we want to see in the world doesn’t stem from the size of what we do, it’s just from doing. Sometimes instead of a shout all it takes a breath, a beat, a moment of courage and then we can exhale what’s stirring in our hearts through whispers that go deeper than any other voice could.
In a world of rumblings, in a time full of noise and turmoil where there’s political unrest and feuds where there shouldn’t be, while I’m swirling in dirty diapers, what’s-for-dinner-s and laundry that needs washing again, quiet sounds good.
Many times it seems the only way to be heard is to be the squeaky wheel. We’ve all heard that one right? And while excitement and noise has it’s place, I’m standing here with something in the very way I breathe, words waiting to be released. With the inundation of noise and commotion, I crave the quiet.
Let us be small. Let us share whispers.
And no, not in a way that diminishes who we are or the voice we have. Here’s the thing, in this vast, grand world, we’re all small. BUT let’s use our voice (the one and only voice we have) to cut through the noise, use our contribution (no matter how small or how large) to make way for others to want to lean in and feel the depth of what we have to say.
My voice is love. My choice is love. When chaos is swirling around, I can lock arms with those around me and when they lean in, they’ll hear the whispers… I just love you.
And yeah, I choose coffee too.
That’s the whole reason behind this t-shirt line and our Fresh Mommy Shop! For many families living near or below the poverty line even right here in the United States, putting nutritious food on the table can be a huge struggle.
Though many times I’ve felt like offering help when we can and how we can is such a small thing, I’ve realized that those receiving don’t look at it that way. Just in the last couple of months when we offered blankets to families that were homeless and a hot meal, the children’s faces lit up at the chance to choose their own soft bit of warmth. It’s small and yet it’s so big. It’s quiet and yet through doing, it’s screaming love.
That’s where you can help too. Funds from your purchase of our monthly, limited-edition statement tee help provide meals, blankets and toiletries for families struggling, and many that are homeless. So this first monthly designed tee is our super soft “I COFFEE SO HARD” t-shirt!
Check them out! Either way, we can still choose together, to spread love through quiet whispers.