During summer, my husband had a routine: each morning, he drove our 6-year-old son, Luke,
to the babysitter’s on his way to work. It was so ordinary I never thought twice about it.
One Friday, my husband wasn’t feeling well, so I offered to take Luke instead. We pulled up,
and I encouraged him to hop out like usual. But instead of running to the door, he just stood there, puzzled.
“Why aren’t you going in, sweetheart?” I asked.
He looked at me and said, “Dad always goes inside with me first.”
His words stopped me. I suddenly realized my husband hadn’t simply been dropping Luke off — he had been taking those
few extra moments to walk him inside, making sure he felt safe and cared for. What I saw as routine was, to Luke, reassurance and love.
That day taught me a powerful lesson: the smallest gestures often carry the greatest meaning. In the rush of daily life,
it’s easy to overlook how much comfort a little consistency brings to a child. From then on,
I promised myself to slow down, be more present, and cherish those “small” moments — because to our children, they’re everything.