Every Monday morning I have a little ritual I go through (well, after coffee, obviously...I mean, it's Monday).

Before rousing Sofia out of bed and really barreling into the day, I jumpstart the week with a quick internal pep talk. I quietly tell myself "this week, I'm going to focus on being present for the little moments in my life." I feel pretty satisfied with being 'there' for the big moments...the ones marked on the calendar...the assemblies, the room parent duties, the physical therapy sessions, girls night and family dinner night. But, this resolve is different. It's an ask of myself to be tuned in to the million little expressions of joy, of need and of love from my husband and daughter and from my friends and family.

And, inevitably, I fail. Week after week, I know I fall short. But that's ok. Because every Monday, I give myself permission to try again. Some weeks are better than others, but I try to make every week better than the last.

Our family talks a lot about the idea that 'what you think, you become.' If you tell yourself you can do it, you're already further ahead than if you tell yourself you'll never be able to do something before you even try.

So, particularly on the eve of Thanksgiving, I'm reflecting on the little moments I have been witness to this year, simply because I made a promise to try to show up to them.

Happy Thanksgiving