I get lost in the big picture. I’m so focused on, “Where am I going? What’s my mission? Am I doing this right? Will my kids be okay?” that I zip past the happy moments, the little joys.
It had been one of those days. Mamas, I know you can feel me here. It was just before dinner, and my little crew was antsy to get outside. Actually, I was, too. I checked the weather and planned a quick walk in-between storm showers. I loaded Asher into wagon and helped Joseph with his bike helmet. We all needed some fresh air, and we took off for a couple of speedy laps around the block.
Asher wanted to lean out and collect rocks. Joseph decided it was time to try some Evil Kenevil stunts. And me? I could feel the gray hairs growing.
I think I was muttering something obscene under my breath when a friend flagged me down from the sidewalk. Oh, great, an audience for our hot-mess express.
I mustered a smile as the boys tested out their best circus acts. I didn’t really feel like chatting — it was supposed to rain and my kids were jumping up and down on mama’s. last. nerve.
And then, something happened.
She laughed at my kids’ crazy antics. She said she just popped out to give us some fresh-cut flowers from her garden. It started to sprinkle, and guess what?
It didn’t matter.
Sometimes, happiness looks likes wildflowers on a rainy day. We just have to slow down enough to see them.
I wrote this as part of Blog-tember. Today’s prompt was simply to write about what makes you happy. So, I want to know: What makes you happy?