Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I’m learning to delight in things that dazzle like light, to bask in the pleasure and knowledge of everything that glimmers after rain, to dwell in moments that kindle, so I kindle too with every moment of life even if for a little while.

These words were flowing while nursing a 4 year whose delight was to remind me of why motherhood was full of thorns, yet so full of love. He had spent the entire weekend crying for one thing or the other that no amount of telling him to keep quiet would help calm him down. So I honestly let him cry. I watched as he cried too and somehow felt a sense of ease. As much as my nerves were sore and I would rather he stopped crying, at least he was crying and he was healthy and though those moments came and went, and came again and went away again, for every single moment experiencing these moments with him, I choose to delight in the fact that at least I had these moments and perhaps, with this life, it’s always okay to cry and stop and cry again and stop whether 4 or old.