Delighted

Do you remember the delight you felt when you accomplished something for the first time? Being around my grandchildren has given me a window to the oft forgotten sensation. Our youngest grandchild, Owen, is a study in delight and we, his family, are the lucky spectators.

Owen, at nine months put together the complicated process of crawling. He can see something and move towards it now. First he rocked back and forth on hands and knees.

Then he’d plop down on his belly. Up again. Rock. Down. 

Some time later he lifted a knee, moved it forward and co-ordinated it with his hands. One tiny motion forward and plop! Down he went! He was determined though as he lifted himself up again, his expression and voice showed it. He tried again. Success! 

Look at that face! As my mother would say, “He’s some delighted with himself!” He was indeed. 

Somewhere along the way, many of us lose our delight in the wonder of the ordinary. It is subsumed by our busy lives. But every now and then, a young child will remind us to appreciate and be delighted at the wonder of it all.