The other week, Cyrus & I accompanied R to our general practitioner so he could get a look at his blood work & have a full work up since he hasn't had insurance in literally 10 years. Cyrus was his normal, active self & had me up & about, running down the halls & in the waiting room, playing games & such. My father see's the same doctor, who is a family friend, & I guess he went & they talked about how much of a handful he was.
Hearing this got me thinking. Frankly, I was surprised. Handful? Really? He was quite well-behaved, & yes, he was always on the move. But he's always like that; he's my little ball of energy. I honestly never considered him out of the ordinary as far as children his age are concerned.
Yes, sometimes when I'm on edge & frustrated, he feels like a handful, but when I really think about it, I don't feel that he is. When I'm at my most frustrated, it's not him being a handful, it's life in general. Cyrus is just that type of kid who has such a zest for life & is always able to find joy in anything & everything. Not much can keep him down [except for Mommy telling him no more Mikey Mouse] & that's just one of the many, many things that I love about him.
See, I've always been quite the opposite of him [for numerous medical, psychological, & situational reasons] & having him grace me with his presence has really done me a world of good. I'm still constantly battling my demons, & I continue to deal with the skeletons in my closet, but he reminds me on a daily basis that there can be joy anywhere you look, if you just open your mind to find it.
Until he was born, I had never laughed as genuinely & as fully as I do now that he's here. I can't even explain it, other than, if souls do in fact exist, that he has the ability to make my soul & body laugh.
His happiness, innocence, & jubilee seeps out of every pore on his little body & it's all extremely contagious.
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