I’m blessed to learn from him every day about what happiness really means - being enthusiastic about life. My son might be loud, but my neighbor could learn a thing or two from him. She might discover a newfound joy if, instead of harrumphing about his squeals and shrieks when he’s playing outside, she embraced my son’s unabashed delight in the simple things. Then again, maybe his enthusiasm reminds her too much of her own sadness. Either way, she will fail in her quest for a quiet nirvana. The echo of a hollow heart is far more deafening than Christopher will ever be.
How Could A Neighbor Yell at This Face?
Instead of harrumphing about my son's shrieks when he’s playing outside, I wish my neighbor embraced my son’s delight in the simple things.