A few days ago I was playing with my little girl. She was gallivanting around the living room, picking up and playing with the various toys, dropping them about the room. At some point, something inspired her to sing. She plopped down on one of her stuffed animals and carried forth for me, her voice raised with enthusiasm and exuberance. I have no idea what tune she was singing; I assumed it was meant to be something she learned at daycare, like “Itsy Bitsy Spider” or “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” It was also accompanied by hand motions. In synchronized movements, her hands alternated between finger snaps and pointed jabs in the air. It was beautiful and I wish it had never stopped.
No matter what happens to me in my life, I will always have and remember that moment.
Being thankful is not the same as giving thanks. We can all just say out loud good things in our life. But to really live in gratitude is a lifestyle, a mindset, a frame of mind through which we choose to view the world around us. Not every moment of our lives is a wonderful joy-filled moment like the one I described above. But even in the tough moments we always carry those beautiful moments with us. Even in the absence of joy we know that joy is real; even in the face of injustice we can celebrate that we know what justice is; even in suffering we hope that healing will occur.
My heart swells to think that any moment might be filled with song. Not every moment is, but any moment could be. Being thankful means to me that I will always keep a song in my heart, a song that my little girl taught me. I have no idea how the tune goes or what the words meant, but I know it was beautiful and I will never forget it.