One summer morning, I offered to take our 6-year-old son, Luke, to his babysitter since my husband wasn’t feeling well. When we arrived, Luke froze. “Dad always goes inside with me first,” he said.
I realized my husband’s small routine—walking Luke in—was more than habit. It was a way of showing care and making him feel safe. That day reminded me that even the simplest actions can hold deep meaning. To our children, the little things aren’t little at all.