Thursday, August 11, 2011
Comforting Rays of Sun
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
You make me happy
When skies are gray,
You’ll never know dear
How much I love you,
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
When my three sons were little I would read to them every night and sing this song once they were tucked into bed. I’m not sure why I chose this particular song, but it seemed to encompass all the good feelings I had about the boys.
There are many truths in the song. Children do indeed share sunshine, from their innocent and honest observations of the world to their excitement over a butterfly or balloon. The enthusiasm radiates forth like the warm, comforting rays of the sun, brightening the grayest days.
It’s also true that children can’t possibly know how much they are loved. I think the first time I fully understood the magnitude and depth of my love for my children, I felt a physical ache in my heart. It’s a love that lies deep in the structure of my being and will never be dislodged.
The sunshine softens a bit as children age, to a warm, satisfying glow of remembered innocence. As their mother, I send forth a prayerful hope that gray skies are few and sunshine true as they follow the path of their days.