Greatness in Smallness

The monotony that exists so prevalently in motherhood undoubtedly stirs my nerves. The mundane tasks and chores and wiping and cleansing and mending and instructing spur me into cyclical and perpetual terrain.
Where I feel a lack of stability and fixedness amidst the swirling and the twirling. Asking why and what is the purpose of it all; when each day we wake to the ever-same responsibility of keeping ours, and our children's, physical and spiritual forms just simply, alive.
 And then we wake again. and again. and again.
Doing the same things again. and again. and again. 
All to keep body and spirit functioning. 

The funny thing is, it is within this vortex of task repetitiveness in which the stable growth occurs.

It is only our own mistaken perspective in which we wrongly perceive, a world spinning around in sameness and perpetual stagnancy.

For constancy is constructed within the soul that perseveres in the seemingly small things.
 And from this constant soul's dedication, a being of fineness, and firmness, and steadiness, is being built.
The wisest of books writes,
"By small and simple things are great things brought to pass." 
And so a soul becomes great by continuing in the seemingly small and insignificant process of daily life.

And if we are lucky enough, we contract something that drastically alters our
perspective altogether.

For instance, a looming gloom of pregnancy sickness.

And then that life before looks wonderfully colorful.

And anything was possible. We just didn't realize it.

And we tell ourselves, that if we ever break out of this funk we will appreciate every pleasant moment.

Ultimately, the happiest of people find beauty in the smallest of moments.

They aren't compelled to view the beauty that once was.

Instead, they recognize it in the very moment.

And of course,
now that I looking from a different (and somewhat nauseous) view point,

I am determined to acknowledge the greatness growing within the smallness of it all.