Day 8 of 365 - A Son's Joy

by Egarnold January. 08, 2009 1149 views

I was there the moment my son took his first breath, I??ve been there to see the scope of his life and see him mature into the impressive young man he is today. I??ve seen many things that bring him joy. At times, those things were toys, for a long time it was creepy crawly bugs, at times it has been animals of all sorts. As he grew older, joy could be found in sharing adventures with friends. For most of his life, his cat Chris, brought him great joy. He has always found joy in music and has always had a gift and a passion for both playing and singing. But nothing, and I do mean nothing, brings him greater joy than the act of cooking.

I can remember coming home when he was very small and finding him in a baby seat sitting on the table in our kitchen as his Mom prepared food and sang to him. He would smile with joy, almost giddy. Then when he was older, he would sit at a high chair and Lori would bring him tasks to perform on the food, he would help in the preparation. At first, it mostly went in his mouth, but eventually he got it and he became Mom??s prep cook and would be hard at work with the task Mom would give him. I still have vivid memories of him shucking corn, so proud and excited with stuff surrounding his high-chair. Later he didn??t need a chair and would sit either on the counter or the table and work hard to help Mom with the meal. Meatballs, cookies and everything in between, somehow Mom found a way for him to help. I would come home and he would be smiling and talking about what part of the meal he prepared. Soon Lori had him working with the stove and knives and all of it, as Matthew??s responsibilities grew, so did his excitement.

So it is that today I come home to find Mom working on aspects of our meal in the kitchen and Matthew out at the grill, I know we are having Chili Rubbed Steaks, Corn on the Cob, Ratatouille and French Bread. As I look at Matthew, I see joy and happiness. I see a young man fulfilled in his purpose. It reminds me of my favorite part of Call of the Wild:

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight.

To see your son in that place of joy, where he was meant to be, doing that thing that he was meant to do, now that is a truly satisfying feeling. And it doesn??t hurt that food is incredible!

And so it goes…

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Mel 12 years ago

What a beautiful post.

12 years ago Edited