During the warm summer months, our mornings usually followed the same rhythm. My husband had a routine: before heading to work, he would take our 6-year-old son, Luke, to his babysitter’s house. It was so ordinary, so predictable, that I never gave it a second thought. One Friday, however, my husband wasn’t feeling well. Wanting to give him a break, I offered to handle the morning drop-off instead. I loaded Luke into the car, humming along to the radio as the sun climbed higher in the sky. To me, it felt like just another summer morning.
When we pulled up to the babysitter’s house, I smiled and encouraged Luke to hop out of the car as usual. But instead of bounding toward the door, he lingered by the car, his small face full of uncertainty. “Why aren’t you going in, sweetheart?” I asked gently. Luke looked up at me with a puzzled expression and replied, “Dad always goes inside with me first.”
His words stopped me cold. In that moment, I realized what I had missed. To me, the routine was simple: a drop-off, a quick goodbye, and then on to the next task of the day. But to Luke, those few extra steps mattered. My husband hadn’t just been dropping him off—he had been walking him inside, making sure he felt safe, loved, and ready to begin his day.
What I thought was a minor detail was actually a ritual of comfort and reassurance. Luke’s comment reminded me that children often measure love not in grand gestures, but in the quiet consistency of small actions. That morning changed me. I walked him inside, held his hand a little longer, and promised myself to slow down and notice the moments I often overlooked. Life moves fast, and routines can blur together, but for our children, those small gestures create security and belonging. It was a simple summer morning, yet it left me with a lasting lesson: to our kids, there are no “little” things. Every small act of love is remembered.