Monday, July 13

Happy is as Happy Does

It never ceases to amaze me when someone lets me know they’re angry because I’m happy.

These well intentioned few often chose to take stock of something tangible they think is me and find fault because they believe I have the perfect life, i.e., not enough pain and suffering, got it too easy, sit on the couch and watch TV and eat bonbons all day kind of stuff.

Sorry folks. I’ve got news. I could write a book . . . oh, wait a minute I am.

There’s no cable in our house—just ask my kids—and bonbons are not on the shopping list. And, though I work at home, I work hard. My work day begins around 7 a.m. and lasts until whenever whatever I have on my desk is done, often after midnight. Woven in between art contracts and writing deadlines are homeschooling, house work, and yard, animal, and people care. I have a host of folks who depend on me to be there when I’m needed: not only my children in their day-to-day lives, but adopted family members who can no longer care for themselves, either emotionally or physically or both, plus friends and neighbors and church members. And being married to a fireman who also owns his own business, and who is assistant scout master, I’m often chief cook and bottle washer with no relief for days at a time.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love my husband and I love that he loves what he does. In turn he supports me when I need it most. And I love the chaos that makes up our lives. While life around here is often exhausting more often it is rewarding and fun. As strange as it may sound that’s why I’m happy—because while my existence is far from easy it is very full.

And pain and suffering?

Yeah, I’ve had my share. I don’t wear it on my sleeve because I don’t chose to simmer in dissatisfaction and misery. I used to take great pleasure it clutching negativity like a security blanket. Sometimes there’s still an old familiar comfort in it. But being happy is much more fun. It feels good. It’s what I choose.

If that upsets anyone so be it.

3 comments:

lovesAbJennBrett said...

I love you mom. So much! When I think I am not brave I think of you. I hope you know that I try everyday to be like you!

Tirzah said...

People really get mad at you for being happy??

The sad thing is they can be happy if they just let themselves be!

Heidi said...

What a great post! It's nothing new, but hearing you say it so clearly was encouraging and enjoyable. Thanks!

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