Enjoying The Simple Pleasures in Life with My Family
There's nothing better than a child's love
It's the simple things that matter the most.
I was sitting in my big old easy chair last night, manipulating the keys on my laptop in an effort to form words out of midair and into sentences, when I looked up at my youngest son. Now, I know he isn’t a teenager yet, at least in age, but due to having multiple teens around him on a daily basis, he is not too far from acting like one on an occasional afternoon. This day, though, he was sitting quietly beside his Mother as he read from “The Mouse and the Motorcycle”. Those of you who have had children are most likely familiar with this wonderful story; those who are not, you should be. My youngest is in second grade, and has to read to us each evening for 15 minutes, at least. On this evening, he found this book in our bookshelves, and decided this was what he wanted to read from; it may be a little bit above his head, but if he wants to try, great!
He opened the book and began to read. He struggled a bit, but he did well, and in no time the allotted time was up. As I sat there listening to my little boy read, I could not keep the smile from my face. Curled up on our log frame couch beside his mommy, her arm draped around his shoulders holding him close, ever ready to assist in a tough word, nothing but love and patience evident on her face; folks, it is the simple pleasures like this which make Life worth living.
After he’d finished his reading, he came over and climbed up on my lap. Smiling, he asked if I had heard him reading a chapter book. “You bet I did! You did great! And I saw Mommy hugging you as you read. She loves you, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah, and I love her, and I love you, too! Daddy, can we go outside and play tomorrow?”
I smiled, and held him close. “You bet, little britches. What do you want to play?”
“Will you watch me while I ride my bike? Then, can we take Duckie for a walk and throw the stick for him?”
“Nothing would make me happier than watching you ride your bike. And I know Duckie will love to fetch the stick for us; you know how much he likes to do that. Then, when we come back in, can I sit beside you while you read your book? I really like that.”
“Okay, daddy. That sounds good. I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, son. I love you too.”
Simple pleasures, folks. Simple pleasures.