Children

Life blooms, always.  There is darkness, there is pain, there is the worst that humans can inflict upon each other, intentionally or not. 

But life, like spring, always blooms again.

Watching your child transform from moment to moment fills the world with magic. Her first experience with an aquarium, when she starts to point at fish after fish, says the word fish for the first time, calls a ceiling-hung model of a whale "whale" without prompting, and when you see her run back again and again to look at coi fish in a fountain from different angles, that makes a lot of pain in life bearable.

And that moment you first take her in to a swimming pool, when you can bear those moments when she is upset and scared, when you can distract her by showing her how she can splash water like in the bathtub, and when she then starts to laugh and giggle while sitting on your knee on the steps of the pool, her first foray into swimming, nothing is better than that sort of moment. 

You can bring joy, and you can bring happiness and new experiences.

And when those moments echo the moments you remember from your childhood of that same aquarium and that same wonder, even if she is still a little young to probably remember every detail, your heart is washed clean of sorrow.