My daughter has learned a new word recently: happy. It has
quickly become her favorite word too. She crows it from the top of her lunges
in the morning when she first wakes up.
“HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY!” Her tiny hand in mine as we
walk to the mailbox, she sings the word over and over in absolute glee. When
she’s sitting at her table with mouth stuffed with a pb&j sandwhich, she
dances in her seat (to which I imagine she chanting “happy” in her head too). In
her I witness such joy and it moves me, inspires me, and quite simply makes me wish
I could see the world from her pretty eyes.
I know. This has been a total mushy mama moment (how about
that for some alliteration?) please forgive me. But when I sat down to share
this little anecdote I started thinking about how easy it is for a child to
find happiness. Somewhere along the way
as we become adults we lose touch with that. We sometimes start to seek it in
material things or other people, forking over money for books to tell us how to
do it. As if the key to happiness requires a secret handshake and a whispered
password when maybe the truth is just a matter of living in the moment with gratitude
and grace.
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