I hear a cry coming from Brody's bedroom that tells me he is ready to get up from his nap. I pick him up and say "good morning sunshine" several times as I hold him tight. He immediately stops crying and I can see that he is curious about everything around him. He sees bubba, we are babysitting for the weekend, and just stares at him. I study his little profile and can see little imprints on his cheek from the way he was sleeping. His little eyes look tired and he has a groggy look on his face. Just staring at this little guy makes me think about how innocent he is. He just takes everything in with such happiness.
The click of my tongue can bring a huge smile to his face, a toss in the air can make him laugh from his belly, a simple "peek-a-boo, I see you" can make him bounce around with glee, waiting with a smile on his face for me to say it again. A familiar "dito, dito, dito," from Nonnie can bring joy to his eyes.
I put a piece of something toward his mouth and he opens up trusting me with whatever might be in my hand. When life gets a little sad or frustrating he holds his hands up for me to pick him up and hold him in my arms. Somehow being in my arms makes everything seem to go away.
How is it that this simplicity gets taken from our spirits???? Is there a way to savor it? When do we learn "to trust no one?" At what age does happiness turn into this destination that everyone wants to get to? What is it that makes a person so unhappy that he or she would take another life without any remorse?
It makes me sad to think that this sweet innocence will slowly be drained from my happy little boy. That life will happen and being held by his mommy will no longer comfort him through adversity, that "dito, dito, dito" and "peek-a-boo I see you" will no longer light up his face. I can't help but wonder if there is something that I can do to help him hang on to this simple happiness.