Monday, November 14, 2005

Happy Day

It must be the weather, but we are having some serious surfeit of joy around here today. It's hard to describe without audio, because no one has said anything particularly cute. No one is doing something particularly sweet. And yet... Walking up the sidewalk, two in the double stroller, three hanging on alongside. One in the stroller says, "Aaargh!!", his voice raw and husky, then tips his head back laughing. The one walking on the right screams with laughter in return. The two on the left whoop and holler, and the other in the stroller bounds in her seat, so the squeaking of springs joins the general bedlam of joy. We stop to romp in an open field by the river, not far from my house. Everyone set loose, they run in shrieking, giggling loops across the grass. One will deliberately body check another, the two go down in the leaves, and the gales of giggles echo off the houses across the street. A neighbour cat joins us, and five shrieking children swoop round his trotting black form. Cat leaps effortlessly onto a tree branch, and five upturned faces beam the sunshine back up at him. They exude joy, these little ones. It's something like a reverse tantrum: During a tantrum, their little bodies burn with outrage and fury; now they are charged with delight. Laughter for no reason. Glee for its own sake. An excess of passionate energy that is nothing other than sheer, unadulterated, sparkling joy of life.


Blogger ieatcrayonz said...

And this is the reason why I continue to love being a mother. For all the bumps in the road, times like this make it all worthwhile.

11/14/2005 01:18:00 p.m.  
Blogger Candace said...

I'd love to come to your house for tea.

11/14/2005 01:23:00 p.m.  
Blogger Simon Peter said...

Wonderful. And isn't it such a difference?

11/14/2005 03:09:00 p.m.  
Blogger Matthew said...

And the sad thing is that most, by the time they reach adulthood (or even teen years for that matter) will have forgotten how to exude such joy.

Unfortunately, they won't forget how to burn with rage.

This is why I love being around kids.

11/14/2005 04:22:00 p.m.  
Blogger Candace said...

Au contraire, matthew! I am purely childlike when it comes to passion, be it joy or rage!

People either like that about me or they don't. The ones who don't, well, they can fuck off!

See? Totally childlike!

11/14/2005 04:26:00 p.m.  
Anonymous M&Co. said...

That was lovely. And it sounds like a lovely time.

11/14/2005 04:35:00 p.m.  
Blogger Juggling Mother said...

The great thing is, it's infectous. You can't help but feel happy too when watching them.

11/14/2005 05:33:00 p.m.  
Blogger McSwain said...

Other people are saying it, but me too! This is what I love most about being a mom, and about working with kids. They teach me how to feel again--something I'd tried to forget for all the wrong reasons!

11/14/2005 11:08:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Crayonz, Simon, mc, MrsA, Cheryl: And then we get to share the joy with other adults, and it's spread through the population just a wee bit. Children are passionate little people; the negative passions need to be channelled and directed; the positive ones can be revelled in! What a treat for the adults around them. I mean this sincerely.

Matthew: Sad, but true. Too many teens are too self-conscious to be thoroughly joyful about anything, too many adults are too preoccupied with other things to give it space to happen.

However, I've seen lots of adolescent joy: a hoard of yelling, squealing, flirting, roaring teens pours into and out of your home, exuding a ton of exuberant positive energy, and leaving your ears ringing, your pictures skewed, and a million dirty dishes in the sink. No conscience, those kids, but lots of positive energy.

Much like toddlers, come to that... And they both leave me smiling.

(And the teen will help with the dishes later!)

Misfit: Sure you can come for tea. But throw a tantrum, young lady, and you'll be sitting on the quiet stair until you're ready to talk calmly...

11/15/2005 08:22:00 a.m.  

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