Children are experts when it comes to small joys. To them, it’s the small joys that matter. It’s the little things that can instantly summon a smile on their lovely faces. To us, what may seem insignificant, means the world to them.
“Really mum, I can sleep in your bed tonight?” Says little T with the biggest smile and excitement on her face, as if I just offered her a trip to the moon and back.
I wish for her to never ever forget this expertise. Why does growing-up mean forgetting that it’s the small joys that matter? American writer Pearl S. Buck sums it all:
Many people lose the small joys in the hope for big happiness.
You could say, living by the sea, when the sun is out and the temperature rises our biggest “small joy” would be heading out to the beach with a picnic.
We’ve been to Pontireglaze beach a few times, but we usually pass through Polzeath beach to get to it. This time though, we decided to park up the hill and head for the beach using a different path.
Normally, I wouldn’t dare walk near the cows with their calves, especially with little T around, but they seemed unfazed as a small procession of people walked on the path in their field.
Just when I was worried that we took the wrong the path, the beach suddenly appeared before us.
Little T got her spade and had a little play in the sand.
Here’s little T and her dad exploring the rock pools.
I knew she’d end up wet, so we stripped her off and left her in her underpants.
I have many lovely memories of little T playing on the beach in just her knickers. These are all filed under my small joys.
After putting on a clean-dry dress on little T, we decided that it was time to head back home.
Not before looking back at this little piece of paradise.
A cow and her calf eyed us suspiciously from afar as we made our way back up.
When the sky is grey as today, these photos with lovely blue skies keep the gloom away.
What about you? What are your small joys?