The brownie

The other day, Hubby got a brownie and broke off a small piece for the Nugget. Of course, being 2.5, the Nugget ignored his bite of brownie and threw a fit, yelling, "I want the big piece." After a few minutes of crying, he realized he had his own piece of brownie. He munched it soberly, still snuffling, "Want the big one." We talked for a few minutes about thankfulness and gratitude, and about how we can choose to be happy with what we've been given or we can choose to be sad and resentful over what we don't have.

Later, I laughed over his toddler greed. But then I had an epiphany. I also keep holding out for "the big piece", my dream of a bigger family, another child. Sometimes I forget to take complete joy in "my little piece", the darling, funny child, who makes me laugh each day. It's human nature, to be on the lookout for more, always more. I'm sure I will fall back into wishing for what I don't have.

But today, I celebrate and thank my lucky stars for my little Nugget. Maybe someday, I'll get that big brownie. But today I choose to be happy with my lot.