- It’s that feeling I get when my son wakes me in the morning with soft kisses across my face…in the shape of a heart.
- It stirs when I overhear one of my children telling another “I love you”.
- It’s as simple as a sweet voice calling me ‘Mamma” instead of “Mom”.
These are the moments that move me. My children delight when it’s happening.
I pat my heart twice saying ‘Fireworks’ and they smile knowing exactly what that means.
Fireworks is how I’ve describe to my children the celebration taking place in my soul when I catch them in a moment. It’s a quick burst of joy which makes me thankful I get to be their mommy. So with a pat to my chest and a coyly uttered ‘Fireworks’, my children know they have unintentionally lit the spark.
During these long winter days often filled with fighting and whining, I celebrate those priceless moments which make it all worth it; I celebrate the Fireworks of my Heart.