Pure

At fifty something, it is not easy to have an untainted view. There are of course, some very positive results that come with having lived enough life to accumulate the knowledge and wisdom that comes only from experience.
Much has been learned, and from that, certain emotionally expensive things will not be repeated. Certain other things will be repeated as often as possible, like chocolate and trips to Disney!
It has been a beautiful pleasure in the last several weeks to have some nice long visits with my grand kids. Without any effort on their part and with no intention of doing so, they teach.
Their communication is simple, basic, their best attempt based on their very limited experience with life, to relay what their heart feels to what my mind comprehends. Like a sort of missing puzzle piece language of verbal prattles and squeals, along with facial expressions.
When my own kids were just babes and tots they taught me to be fluent in what I liked to call "gobblygook". That language disappeared as the more common universal language took over, but has recently reappeared as the second batch of wee ones to the family are fast becoming linguists.
The youngest of the three, not even yet a half a year old, has a smile that not only lights her whole face from ear to ear and hair to chin, but her whole little self wriggles in delight. Unhindered, untainted, pure, heartfelt to her fingers and toes delight! In fact the glee she experiences is too much to be contained in her little self and actually shoots through her fingers and toes to everyone who witnesses the phenom, and the proof of my words is clearly written on the faces of those witnesses whose own ear to ear upturned lip expressions fall under the spell of her influence.
The same sort of delight is evidenced as it continues to have similar affects with the two year old who throws his head back with a belly laugh at what has just tickled him, the simple hilarity of a greeting card with a monkey sound! Over and over he opens that card to repeat the process that was at first so immensely enjoyable, and it proves to be just the same each time. Again, all the onlookers are sucked in to the vortex of pure glee and delight.
At five years old things are beginning to change, life is pressing it's way into the once innocent thoughts that are slowly, as experiences are gained, seeping in and stealing away what can only be held onto for just a short time. Still, when her eyes spot me in the room she runs and hops up into my arms speaking my name as if it were honey dripping from her genuinely delighted to see me lips! And that honey makes Grandma, the only name she knows me by, sound like a choir of angels to my ears!
It is in those moments, those brief, too seldom moments, that experience knowledge and wisdom don't count for anything and hold no value compared to the delightful innocence of the children.
At the age of fifty something, I get to know the true secrets of living life full. Because of them, I witness and experience ever so briefly, the wholly satisfying essence of purity.