Learning to Appreciate the "Unimportant"

In Thorton Wilder's play, Our Town, a deeply moving scene takes place in a graveyard. Ghosts comfort the young heroine, Emily, who has recently died. She is still longing for the life she has just left and wishes to revisit one ordinary, "unimportant" day in her life. When she gets her wish, she realizes how much the living take for granted.

"I didn't realize," she confesses, "all that was going on and we never noticed....

"Good-bye world. Goodbye Grover's Corner....Mama, Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking....new-ironed dresses and hot baths....and sleeping...and waking up...and food....and coffee.

Oh, earth,,.you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you."

The epiphany is that we can no longer afford to throw away even one "unimportant" day by not noticing the wonder of it all.

I confess I can take some moments for granted.

Ella and I spend so much time in the ChattyKitchen-working to get things done. We love our work, but there have been times we've wished the week away knowing a light would come at the end of the tunnel.

But I'm realizing the moments --the unimportant moments--are what makes up the fabric of life. As we work, we have many fun moments. Flicking water on Ella as I walk by her in the kitchen, or her giving me an unexpected dust of flour...singing along with the (loud) music that booms in our kitchen. She is an easy laugher--and of course, her laugh makes me laugh.

What else is more important?

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