Childhood Happiness Is Never Replaced



Childhood Happiness Is Never Replaced

A human being is born weak, with nothing in hand, yet blessed with the greatest gift God can grant: parents.

Life begins in a mother’s arms, a place unlike any other, a refuge that can never be replaced no matter how long one lives.

The first face a child sees is the face of the mother—smiling, joyful, and full of warmth.

It is a look free of conditions, untouched by interest or expectation.

It silently says, “You are my life.”

That look will never appear again in the same way, no matter how much we search for it in the world.

A Mother: The First Safe Haven

A mother is not only the one who carried and endured pain; she is the calm that arrives before fear is even understood.

She is the hand that wipes away tears before we know why we cry, and the voice that reassures the heart before anxiety finds its way to us.

In childhood, sadness barely exists, because someone always reaches it before it settles.

We fall, and she lifts us.

We fear, and she embraces us.

We grow hungry, and food arrives without being asked for, without a price.

A mother’s love is endless giving—never reduced, never counted, never recorded in accounts.

A Father: Silent Strength

Then comes the face of the father—the face of dignity and strength.

He may not speak much, but his presence alone creates security.

A father’s protection is not loud words; it is spirit, sacrifice, and readiness.

He is the feeling that someone stands behind you, even when unseen.

He gives without asking for thanks, carries burdens without complaint, and offers everything he has so his children may feel safe.

As children, we did not understand the meaning of this protection.

We simply felt safe—and that was enough.

Days of Play Without Burden

Childhood was a time without bills, without worries, without fear of tomorrow.

Play was life, laughter was language, and happiness required no reason.

One hand would gently touch our heads, another would lift us onto strong shoulders, making us feel closer to the sky, higher than the world.

In those moments, we were kings without knowing it, rich without money, and happy without explanation.

The world asked nothing from us.

It only gave.

When We Grow Up, the World Changes

We grew older, and awareness grew with us—but happiness shrank.

We stepped into a vast world, strange and demanding.

We learned that: Nothing comes without effort.

Nothing is taken without giving.

Nothing is offered without calculation.

Everything became conditional.

Love carried expectations, kindness had limits, and comfort demanded payment.

The simplicity of peace faded, replaced by heavy thoughts, restless hearts, and the fear of loss.

Where Did Childhood Go?

We look around and ask:

Where are those days?

Where is that pure laughter?

Where are our parents?

Too late, we realize that childhood was not merely an age—it was a temporary blessing.

And parents were not just people; they were an entire world in which we lived safely.

They left… and left behind their impact.

They left… and left behind prayers.

They left… and left behind a longing that never fades.

A Happiness That Cannot Be Bought

Everything in life can be replaced—except childhood happiness.

We may succeed, own, travel, and achieve much, yet we will never again be that child who slept peacefully knowing someone was awake for them.

Childhood cannot be bought.

It cannot be repeated.

It cannot be recreated.

Mercy and Prayer

If they are still with us, honoring them is a treasure beyond measure.

If they have departed, then prayers, loyalty, and mercy are all we can offer.

May God grant them happiness as they granted us happiness.

May He show them mercy as they showed us mercy.

And may He reunite us with them in a place where there is no sorrow, no separation, and no pain.