“Life’s Little Joys. Will God Ask me Where I Put my Hair?”

Around 2 months ago, Nana asked me to take snaps of her. I did and she looks cute. She is a glorious kid. Around 6 years. Nana is always smiling and cheerful. Full of life.

She reminds me about the gift of life. A neighbour’s daughter, whenever she sees me, she comes running to hug me. I love that. It’s unconditional love.

A month before then, we had another neighbor whose daughter was even more magical.
She used to call me uncle Musolini as the tradition would teach children here how to refer to older people. Isabella, who used to be called Izzy instead, would always come tapping by my window as if seeking attention. And yet I believe it wasn’t attention per se but  a yearning for connection. That’s what makes us as human beings. Beings of incredible connection. Alive, wondrous and abundant.

Anyhow, one day as I came back from work, I did bend to pick my bag and Izzy was right there. Watching closely. Then, I heard her chuckling away. Her chest rose rhythmically as if she was lost in ecstasy. Then Nana came nearby and asked…

“Izzy, why are you laughing?”

I was about to ask the same. Izzy’s answer was classic.

“Muso (short form for Musolini) lost his hair and God will ask him where he put it” She replied with more laughter. True, I have lost some of my hair. As for whether God will ask me where I put it, am not sure about that 

I laughed and yet have never forgotten her ingenious comment. I enjoyed it. Whenever I reflect back, I laugh. I smile. It’s funny.

But you know what, that’s one of life’s little pleasures. Joy. Life’s little Joys. May be they are not as small as we may think. But in any case, they are worth celebrating. Life is meant to be so. Thank you Izzy!

Ethan