This has probably been what most people would call a typical day. Nothing extravagant, no special excursions to report. But for someone like me, every single moment, taste, smell, and sound is significant. To many I am a pretty happy person, not too difficult to get close to, personable and friendly. But I discovered my joie de vivre coming out of the sorrow from my mother’s passing. Though I miss her and wish she were here everyday of my life, I also remember my mother’s smile and appreciation for her children and grandchildren, her friends, music, food, travel, colors and most importantly, adventures of any kind. My mother had a long list of things to do, but her illness got the best of her, too sudden, too soon.
She left in me a strong sense of love for life, appreciation of those closest to me and a desire to make the most of every moment. The experience of having lost my mom so suddenly, so soon, awakened in me the same appreciation for life that my mother had.
Thus, on this typical day I did nothing more than take a stroll with my boys to one of their favorite local parks.
We had a great time, even though it was a simple day and laughed often, like when the 3.5 year old starting flirting with some high school girls taking their lunch break at the park. I watched as he tried his hardest to make them laugh, insisting on swinging in the “big kid’s” swings, and not having me help him or come close to him, except to console him and dry his tears when they had to leave and he was left heartbroken.
Or the moment when they both wanted to play on the tire swing, laughing so wholeheartedly with every swing and turn, that it became contagious, bringing a smile to those who walked by on the street.
Or the moment, after coming home, when I sat on the bathroom floor just so I could watch my boys play and listen to them as they giggled and blew bubbles at each other, cracking up each time a bubble popped on one of their heads, hand, leg, or face.
And the moment when I laid on my bed, with my babies resting by my side, and I looked at the fresh cut flowers I bought at the market, which reminded me of spring being in the air and the excitement of all the newness and life the season represents.
All in all, pretty typical, but for me, also pretty great.