My son is a ray of sunshine. He energizes, he livens. He brings cheerful zest for life wherever he goes. His spirit is the love of life, the love of adventure, the spark of joy at every new discovery. My Joy with him is talking, teaching, running, jumping, playing, reading, exploring. I watch with wonder at the new things he learns at such a rapid pace. My son is a verb. He does everything he can think of. He climbs, he swims, he digs, he searches, he finds. My son is linguistic expression. He wants to name everything, he wants to discuss everything. My son is the unanswerable question. He asks, "why", "what is this", "what are you doing", "where did it go", "what time is it", "what day is it", "can we..." he is not satisfied with one answer. He either keeps asking the same question or changes the question. He is curiosity and imagination. I run after him, because he goes wherever his Will takes him. He listens to his own desire for exploration much more than he listens to me. Together, we celebrate a love of learning, a love of adventure. I delight in his zest for life. He is my son, the strong gale, the race car, the arrow.
My daughter is the warm memory of spring in the cold of winter. Her sleepy, soft little arms enfold me. She is a sweet hug, she is a joyful, bright smile, she is an enchanting, slobbery, baby kiss on my cheek. Her spirit is Love and kindness, the beautiful comfort of cuddling together, just sitting and snuggling and being. My Joy with her is her big brown eyes full of unrestrained love and happiness, the way she loves when I run my fingers through her soft brown curls, her strong, soft arms, her strong, soft belly, her ticklish neck and chubby legs. Her strong, soft back that I massage when she is sleepy. Strong and soft and joyful. That is my daughter. Memorable moments with my daughter are wordless, often silent. We are. We are together. My daughter is not a verb; she just Is. Her body and eyes hold all the meaning in the world. Together, we celebrate Life, and Love, in its moments of rest. My daughter is the power of Laughter. When she laughs, the whole world laughs. And she laughs at everything, smiles at everybody. I delight in her love of life. She is my daughter, the bubbly brook, the vast blue sky, sunlight alighting on the rocks.