My son sent me a very short video clip he’d made as he was a passenger in his work van, returning home after a long day.
It wouldn’t have meant much to anyone except to him and to me.
It was just the road ahead, but the song playing in the background was one we used to sing and dance to in our kitchen when he was a babe in arms. He’d laugh and nod his head in time to the rhythm of the song, and giggle. We guessed then that he’d grow up loving music.
That he should have been travelling and thought of me when the song came on the van’s radio is what made the clip special. He’s 24 and lives 100 miles away.
Sometimes it’s the small stuff that is so beautifully big.