Remember your Delights

(( Hello, happy June! I wrote this post back in March the first day of all the changes from Covid19. It seemed bad timing to post due to so much sickness and death. It was a very sad time. These days I think it might be a nice writing for you to ponder. It is actually quite interesting to see where my head was at nearly 3 months ago. I am certain, as I am sure you would agree, that my next post might sound a little different. Thanks for reading.))

Hello friends. Happy March! Are your days as blurry as mine? The days fly by and I can’t seem to get anything done. I am writing on a Tuesday. Typically a drag of a day. Not Monday, whew, but not close enough to the weekend to breathe a sigh of relief. This Tuesday feels pretty good however. I am substituting for the middle school, happy to be working. The weather outside my door is beautiful. The wind is blowing slightly causing a subtle breeze over my desk, I remembered to pack myself a delicious lunch, not just a handful of nuts and granola bar, and I have a dinner out with friends on Thursday. Along with this moment of gratitude I have now decided to remind myself of some of my delights. Let me share this with you so you too can focus on some delights in the midst of all this virus fear and political nonsense.

Over the weekend I was listening to This American Life podcast, #692: The Show of Delights. The podcast gave me a concept I never took time to recognize. It gave me fodder as to what gave me delight. The idea is to identify what feels good and what joys are you feeling or seeing? The definition from the dictionary app on my phone states: a high degree of pleasure or enjoyment; joy; rapture. But it is so much more than it’s definition. It’s an awareness of good and a way of cultivating positiveness. Each of us feel this uniquely. When was the last time you used the word delight? What makes you feel good? That moment you actually slow down and say it to yourself or out loud. “This has been a really nice day.” or “I am delighted I was able to spend time with you and catch up. I have really missed you,”

No matter what is happening in my world, if I see a cute little dog, not a puppy, but a little dog, I am one hundred percent DELIGHTED. I love little dogs. Sometimes I get tears in my eyes. Yes, literal tears! I already have 2 dogs, both male, but they are not little. One is small and one is medium, both a little chunky. They are sweet, don’t get me wrong I love them beyond. But what I feel when I see a cute, little, adorable dog is pure giddiness. I have great plans one day to have said little dog. A female dog, one with long fur that will demand a bow or ribbon. She will be my purse puppy, a cutie pie that peaks out with eyes that melt anyone who sees her. My boys are full on cringing at this point. Their eyes are rolling to the back of their head. “Mom, please, no.” I can hear them now. But there is no stopping me. I promise I wont be over the top, I tell them. I’ll only dress her every once in a while, and I swear, I wont paint her nails!

Another great example of my personal delight is when all my boys are home with my husband and I. We are rarely home all at the same time. With my oldest son working full time and my other two sons both full time students. We will eat a meal around the table, typically dinner, talking and teasing one another. My husband is attempting to be the funniest in the family by making some of the corniest jokes as the rest of us eye-roll him while we laugh. We then debate who is the funniest in the family. Each of us trying to outwit and out-humor the other. Then we clear the table and bring out our favorite family game(s) and the competition between all five of us begins. It’s healthy competition, most of the time. I have the feeling of pure delight looking at all of our smiling faces sharing our limited time together. I am close to having a true empty house soon, though it already feels empty, with everyone’s busy schedule. These moments have become few and far between so I delight in each one.

One day while substituting a fourth grade class a student handed me a folded up note. At first I thought it might be a note telling on someone. There is a bit of tattling in elementary school. But turning it over I saw a tiny heart. This little 9 year old boy wrote me the sweetest note. Telling me how much he liked me coming to his class and could I come teach full time? Talk about feeling delighted! I was so touched I had to bite my lip not to start crying. It meant so much since being a substitute is a tough gig, boy can I tell you stories! You don’t always feel like you are welcome. Or you feel like you are being taken advantage at every turn. But those days when a student yells, “Mrs. Granberry who are you subbing for? Is it my class? Say it’s my class. You are my favorite sub!” This is a true moment of delight. So there are days when subbing feels like the worst, but then those days when kids can make you feel so loved, I delight in every moment.

Hopefully, I have given you something to think about. Joys for you to reflect on and remind yourself of your own delight. Is it the smell of warm snicker-doodle cookies in the oven when you walk in the door after the longest day? Or maybe there is delight in hiking or running. There is no delight too small or too big, Just noticing these joys will make the day a little brighter. And just think if you share these delights outloud, “Look at that, a double rainbow!” “Look at that massive tree! Do you see how big the trunk and how green and bright the leaves look with the sun shining? You will be spreading the joy. And don’t we all need more delight in our day?! There are many delights we experience, we just need to be reminded. So, consider this your reminder to remember your delights!

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