It’s just small change

We have a family piggy bank. It sits on the bench and any coinage that is left unattended by a hapless family member is soon deposited into the belly of said pig. As you can imagine, it gets fed quite often and it isn’t long before we are emptying it out to make room for more. The coins are then placed in a ziplock bag ready to be taken to the bank and converted into ‘proper money’ as my eight year old calls it.

Today we did a big count up and the sum of all the bags is nothing to be sneezed at. A nice tidy little sum at our disposal. Much discussion always then ensues regarding the dispersement of the stash. Holiday treat money? Divvying it up between us? A night out for dinner and the movies? The possibilities are endless and all appealing.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly it all adds up. Fifty cents here, fifty cents there – feels like slow growing but before you know it all those fifty cents make up fifty dollars.

It made me think about our words and actions. Lots of good words deposited into a child turns into a healthy self-esteem. Consistent small good deeds turns into a lasting relationship.

The beauty is in the slow growing of it. If we just handed our kids a cheque, as opposed to them watching the coins grow and seeing the steady increase of bags full of silver, the excitement and anticipation wouldn’t be there. It would still mean something to get some money but it wouldn’t be quite so sweet.

Just like in life.

The impact of meaningful words said once is not as powerful as the smaller, consistent words of encouragement and love. We are much more profoundly affected by an ongoing positive deposit into our lives than a lump sum.

Children who receive a steady stream of love, shown daily in varying ways grow up to be well adjusted, balanced adults with a strong sense of self awareness and confidence.

Telling our children that they are beautiful, sweet, funny and kind at random times throughout a day will mean so much more for their lives than a speech at their 21st birthday party full of things you have never said before.

A marriage full of regular ‘moments’ is far more likely to last the distance than if both parties only show their love on big occasions. Give me the small gestures of love, like a cup of tea in bed, flowers for no reason, a wink across the room, over a grand gesture of a surprise overseas trip (although, I am happy to accept that, if anyone is offering!).

How are you depositing into your loved ones piggy banks? Are you looking to make a one-off lump sum payment, thinking that’s enough? Or are you committed to making smaller contributions regularly?

6 thoughts on “It’s just small change

  1. I occasionally tell my 31-year old son, “I love you” just for the sake of saying it. He usually looks at me funny and asks me if I’m okay. I also tell him he’s a great father and why I feel this way. I do the same with my grandsons. Last week I went with the family to my grandson’s indoor football practice. I happened to notice that of the dozen parents in the stands more than half of them had their head bowed over their phones, texting or whatever. I felt bad about this, and wonder if these kids get the same inattention in their homes.


    • Oh Karen, there should be more like you 🙂 Your family is very blessed to have you.
      I know what you mean…Last time I was at an airport, there was a family of four – mum, dad, two small boys. Mum was on her phone constantly, either talking or texting and the dad had headphones in and was watching his iPad. The kids were running amok – but that’s not what bothered me. It was the complete lack of attention they were getting. What on earth will the next generation look like???


  2. Susannah, this is so true and so thought-provoking. It IS the little things that matter in life…those small connections that add up to a strong bond.

    Would you ever consider allowing this to be reposted with proper accreditation? The theme of my blog is the Power of Connection, and this would fit so beautifully as a guest blog post. I understand you might prefer not to, but if you’re interested, here’s more info:


    • Hi Elizabeth. Thanks for stopping by and I’m so glad you liked this post….I’m a big believer in the little things of life 🙂 I am sending you an email in regards to the guest post.


  3. I didn’t realize how much time has passed since I stopped by before. Thanks for following me, by the way, and it reminded me to stay better connected to interesting people I’ve met here in the blogosphere.

    Of course, wandering away from online connections is different than wandering away from family. One might be the natural progression of life. The other is just being lost.

    The times when I feel that maybe, just maybe, I’m getting it right with my son are times like this very evening when he took made a special effort to make a new girl to his skate team feel welcome. My son is usually shy, but for reasons I can’t even figure out, when a new kid shows up in school or on his team, my son feels honor bound to welcome them and get to know them. The parents often say thank you to me, but I have to tell them to thank him. He thinks of it all on his own.

    We put money in that piggy bank and then hope they go out into the world to spend wisely.


    • Thanks for coming over 🙂 I like your new blog and I’m intrigued as to what I am going to find there in the future. Exciting!
      Oh, I love that. What we put in our kids piggy banks, often get spent in surprising ways. Your boys sounds lovely. Maybe because he is shy, he has an empathy and affinity with how it feels to be the ‘new kid on the block’ and sets his own shyness aside for their benefit. What a sweetie. Hats off to him! And to you. They don’t just have these wonderful traits by accident you know 🙂


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