Joy

Update:  Joy, this has followed this daughter from the start of her life apart from me.   As her mother, I am still being fed with her dreams.  7/2015

There is joy in a morning, any morning.  It is the start of a new day.  The beginning of something, maybe something magnificent and unexpected.

There is joy in this day.

I remember a day, a beautiful summer day, when she was sitting in her “clip-on” high chair.  The chair was clipped to a picnic table (I’m not even sure if they still make these, as they are probably no longer considered safe).  We were having a picnic at the park.  We shared sandwiches and fruit.  She giggled and laughed.  I smiled and sighed.  Birds sang.  Bees buzzed.  Sun shined.

That joyful summer day was a historic moment when I knew there was truly bliss in motherhood.  If I had a Facebook page at that time, a photo would have been posted with the caption, “This is the triumph of motherhood”.

Joy, delight, and gladness are what we really hope for.  Delight is what we remember.  It is what we want.

There is such happiness in this moment.  This morning marks the sunrise of newness.  The onset of a start.

My daughter is feeding me with her dreams, and I am feeding her with my hope.

There is joy in the morning.  This moment is the triumph of motherhood.