The Littlest of Little Things [David’s blog on KS Friday]

Posted on May 8, 2026 by davidrobinsoncreative

The woman at the cash register looked up from her scanner. Suddenly wide-eyed she asked, “Are you Kerri Sherwood?” Before Kerri could answer, the woman exclaimed, “I knew it! I knew it was you! My mother and I listen to your music all of the time!” She leaned in, adding, “Especially your Dandelion song. We just love that song.”

A Fistful of Dandelions. A song about motherhood. A song she wrote and recorded when our children were…children. I did not know them then – but I know them through Kerri’s stories. I know them through her music, her compositions, her heart-song. I know them through the nights we’ve sat up until dawn worrying about them, whispering about what to do. I know that when the phone rings and it is one of our children calling, the world stops, all other priorities fall off the list. I know them by the moments of struggle, when we choose to be silent, when our opinions or ideas or input are better left unsaid. I know them because there is nothing more important to know and nothing more unknowable; they are vast.

What is parenthood if not a full spectrum love song?

This is what I have learned from Kerri about motherhood: a fistful of dandelions is more precious than gold, her heart is good only if their hearts are good, there is nothing better than a surprise phone call that makes the rest of the world stop; it’s not the big things, it’s never the big things, but the littlest of little things that makes her mother-heart skip a beat, just as one day, long ago, the littlest of little things made her write a song.