It pains me to see my son, all lethargic. All weary with puffy eyes and the occasional sniffles. Even after breaking out of that nasty fever some 3 nights ago. Even when he’s almost to the end point of the recovery journey.
And then it delights me to see him muster every last bit of energy, lighting his eyes up the moment I put on my shoes. He knows I’m about to put his on too. And then he sees me set up the pram, and in a rare occasion gets all too eager to want to hop onto the pram. He knows we’re heading out. He claps to whatever song I’m singing to.
We headed out for some happy food. And as morsels off my all-day breakfast plate went into his mouth, the boy was so delighted. I think it runs in the family. Great food chase away all blues 🙂