Getting To ‘Happy,’ Part One

by Becky on February 15, 2013 · 2 comments

in Fun, Travel

Sometimes you’re happy in the moment, and The Moment keeps on giving–even to people who didn’t directly participate in it but who get to witness it (over and over, if they want!).  Kind of like with the petals:  I wasn’t in the moment immortalized here in stop-action, but I get to replay it to my heart’s content, which cranks up my Happy.  They were feeling it; now I’m feeling it.

I love watching my kids find their Happy with friends who bring it out in them.

Somewhere I read that kids laugh, like, ten times as much as adults do. Every day. Maybe a surefire way to get our Happy on is to take a step back into kid-dom, in all its chaotic luster.

What I want to know is, who brings out your Happy? Who tickles your smile ’til it spreads from your mouth to your eyes? Who do you belly laugh with? Who makes you, when they announce they’re coming over, want to say YIPPEE!–?

One evening, years ago, I was laughing so hard with a friend, I finally couldn’t stand up straight anymore, and I actually stumbled and had to sit down on the floor. My kids still talk about how I looked to them that night, bent over laughing, struggling to breathe, the riff my friend and I were working on still going and going, its arc so hilariously endless it could have carried us along for another hour. I remember my kids smiling goofily the whole time, not understanding much but clearly delighted to see their mother laughing so hard she was ready to bust a vital body organ.

I suppose it takes the proper friend, someone who loves a good laugh and whose sense of humor braids nicely with ours. Even one of those comes along, and we’ve hit the mother lode. If we’re lucky enough to have more than one, then we are Rich In Happy!

So what’s the difference between Happy and Happiness? Stay tuned for Part Two.

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Sometimes, when I was a teenager, I just wanted to be a kid again, so that I could play play play with abandon–laugh, shout, be so absurdly silly I’d wear myself right out, like in the good old days.  And no one would care.  

When you were little, life was simple.  Eat.  Sleep.  Play.  Repeat.  (And finish a homework packet or two, under duress.)  Teenagehood can be cool, yeah.  But bottom line, sometimes you just want, for a minute or two, not to have to act your age.

So how does a mom enable these “little kid” moments, where laughter is king and silliness holds sway? She stages them. Honest. Then laughs as hard as her children.

It can get complicated, the business of being a teenager. To decompress, sometimes you just need a teeter-totter.

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