In Our Family, We're Happy

It rained all day today. I took the girls out in it for a little bit, but we spent most of the day inside. Sometimes playing peacefully together, and sometimes not. Sometimes I was present with the girls, and sometimes my mind wandered. It was one of those days where the dance felt a little off. And by dinner, we were all feeling crabby.

I don’t like feeling crabby. It means I haven’t been taking care of myself, but it’s not always easy to right the ship in the middle of a mood. Some nourishing food helped, but I was still looking forward to putting the girls to bed (that’s how crabby I was!) But then, in the middle of bedtime stories, my three year old started rubbing her younger sister’s back, and giving her lots of affection. And then she announced,

“I love my sister. And you. And my daddy.”

I told her that we all loved her very much, too.

To which she replied, “Yes. In our family, we’re happy.”

And with that, the rainy day blues-blah-crabbiness just melted away. I received my lesson loud and clear. I had chosen crabby, but I could choose happy instead. So next time I feel crabby creeping in, I’m going to make a different choice. Tonight’s sweet little words will be my reminder.