Pure (adj): being thus and no other.
When I think of something that is pure in my life, I think of H. I’m not sure you will find a more pure being than a two year old. Whatever emotion they are feeling they are all in. Whether it be joy at the arrival of the trash truck at Nanna’s or frustration when the Lego tower keeps falling down or delight at going potty on the “big boy potty” or rage when mommy makes you get out of the bath for splashing one too many times. Two year olds don’t try to seem anything other than what they are. They don’t pretend to be happy when they are sad, and they don’t pretend everything is “ok” when they are mad. At all times, they are “thus and no other.”
I am also quite sure that the love one feels for one’s child is the purest sort of love. Watching H walk around is truly like watching my heart roam outside of my body. I always loved Elizabeth Stone’s eloquent quote about this phenomena, but never fully understood it until I was a mother myself. I want all that is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, and praiseworthy for him. As he grows he will encounter adversity and pain, and he will struggle to walk these paths. But I do hope that in his quiet moments he will think back on his childhood and remember a time when he was able to express pure emotion and be loved all the while. I hope he will walk whatever road he is on with the confidence to be purely himself in each moment. I hope he is able to stay true to his two year old self by being thus and no other.
Honey, we is blessed.