There is nothing more heart warming than a child's smile. As BabyMoo grows, becoming more responsive and interactive, it seems to me that more and more, there is nothing more rewarding than to be able to make him smile. No matter how rough my day has been, and regardless of the troubles in life which needs sorting out, his smile makes everything seem that much brighter.
Perhaps seeing him happy brings me back to an almost forgotten place in my childhood... when everything was oh-so-simple, and worries are far from my mind.
Childhood is but a short season, and his joyful innocence and wonder makes me more motivated to always see him happy. As far as possible, I'd like to be privy to those smiles, and live for the days when he smiles just for me.
I'm also going to smile every chance I get. Not because life has been easy, perfect, or exactly as I have pictured it or wanted it to be, but because I am grateful for all the things which I have, and all the blessings which I have received. Someone else is happy with far less with what I have... so I ought to feel ashamed if I hanker over other worldly items, or feel that my lot in life could be better.
Life does not always have to be perfect to be wonderful. In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.