One woman's journey through life as a mom.
I’m convinced that I have unlocked the secret code of parental happiness. Readers beware, you are about to embark on the most treasured secret of all secrets. Are you ready? Are you sure? Take a moment and think about it because once you know, you can never pretend to not know. If you are satisfied not knowing this highly classified information, then DO NOT READ! I repeat, do not read.
Ok, now that you have thought about it and have decided to proceed, hang on tight because this is about to change your life. Ready? Here goes mamas………the secret to being a happy parent is getting……
lots and lots of kisses and laughs from your kids. You got that? Kisses from your kids and big belly laughs (coming from both you and them). That’s it. It is simply the best medicine. I’ll tell you why….
Today is my husband’s birthday and he is really not into celebrating his birthday. I used to be very into this happy birthday BS, but through the years, I have become less and less interested in making a whole shebang. I always like to acknowledge birthdays and will happily celebrate with my friends and family on their special day because I want to, but for myself, it’s not that big of a deal anymore. Anyway, I still like to do something special for my hubby and make sure that he has a good day.
When my son and I woke up this morning, he colored a picture for dada and I taught him how to say “Happy Birthday”. It came out more like “Hahy Badee” (which you probably have no clue how to phonetically interpret) but that is beside the point. The day started off good.
We went to Parrot Jungle because the weather was beautiful and that is a rarity in South Florida. We thought our son would love it. It turns out we chose a terrible day to go. They were having an Easter egg hunt and all kinds of other hoopla going on so it was way too crowded. Our son refuses to sit in a stroller. He also refuses to hold our hands for more than 10 seconds while he is walking, before bolting off to god knows where. Needless to say it was very stressful. He was tired and hungry which calls for a very cranky boy. We got some lunch and he seemed to feel better but DH and I were already exhausted and just about ready to go. Thankfully we found a beautiful Japanese Garden across the street. We both felt the tranquility as soon as we stepped into the gardens. Our son was able to run around freely and we did not have to worry about it.
Fast forward to when we got home (it’s about time, I know), the three of us layed in bed and had a big laugh and kiss fest. I looked at my husband and said “THIS is what it’s all about”. All the kisses and hugs and laughs we get to experience with our little boy make every single stressful thing, totally worth it. It was a happy birthday, indeed.
