Quite frankly, I don’t get overwhelmed that often. I don’t have a place of sanctuary. I rarely get a chance to catch my breath. And I surely don’t know who I am anymore. I most certainly don’t have an oasis.
There is, however, a person that can drain all the troubles from my mind just with his smile. Baby C.
My little man can turn my biggest frown upside-down. When I’ve had an absolutely shitty day at work, or even when my wife and I were separated and I had sunken deep into an inconsolably depression, all Baby C had to do was smile, laugh, or just give me a hug and everything was better. Kind of like when he has a boo-boo and I kiss it and make it all better for him, he does the same for my soul when I’m in the dumps.
He is so much fun to be around. His laughter is contagious. His smile precious. His sense of humor is great. He loves to play. Everything is a game to him. That is maddening sometimes, like when it’s bedtime and he decides to play catch-me-if-you-can, but most of the time it’s hilariously adorable. He is an unfailing antidote to everything negative in my life.
Every once in a blue moon, my wife and I get a night out where alcohol consumption is involved and that is a nice temporary escape from reality and I enjoy those moments where all of life’s troubles are put on the back-burner for a night, but those times don’t compare to seeing my little man smile. It’s not even close. He literally lights up my life.