A Note About Happy Mama’s Posts: You can participate by linking up any post you’ve written this month about joy and motherhood. It doesn’t have to be about finding joy specifically, just a positive post about how you’re rockin’ mom-dom!
I should plan a little better. Really. You’d think I would know that my “Happy Mama Movement” post should go up today.
And, I should have something all planned out. Ready to post. To get up on the old blog.
But the truth? I had nothing in the bag. Nothing ready to go. Nothing scheduled. Usually? This isn’t a problem. The happy will come to me. Instead, today there was the funk. The funk was most certainly brought on by a certain wee-little B who decided that sleeping during the day was for the birds, whether in the car, the swing, my arms, somebody else’s arms, her lounger, or the bouncy. And she was dog-tired, too; crying, fussing, not sure what to do.
I love my girls. Fussy, happy, sad, silly, emotional, tired. All of it. But today, it was just wearing on me.
But as my wise blog friend Jennifer said to me, happy is a choice. And, I wasn’t choosing it. So, I put on my big girl panties (okay, I just hiked them up) and settled into my happy place.
I can smell my baby girl on my clothes as she’s finally sleeping upstairs. I can hear my sweet E asking for chicken salad for every meal with that little inflection in her voice at the end of her question. I can hear her ask me to “watcha FROZEN, mommy.” “I sit on your lap. You come here.”
I can remember my two bigs getting that silly headband out for their sister and asking to put it on her. And then take a picture. And them lamenting on the fact that the flower had a ladybug in the middle instead of a bee. “It would be nice if it had a bee in the middle for Baby B, mommy.”
And I once again find my happy place. Because if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. And, I’m the only one that can determine my happiness. So, in the wise words of Demi Lovato, with an assist by my E, I will let go of my funk and find my happy!