Sometimes luck is a stick. I was recently walking in the forest with my son and found a particularly beautiful tree branch on the side of the road. In the past I would have just kept walking or not even noticed the sticks on the ground. But since I have a child and have a collection of countless stones, cones and sticks on the balcony, things have changed. So I picked up the stick because I knew my son would love it. At that moment I realized how many little reasons for joy there have been in my life since becoming a mother.
