Happy to See My Family Happy

It's a really great thing that I have walking (or should I say crawling?) motivation with me everyday. All I have to do is look at my son. It doesn't matter how bent I am on being in a bad mood, and believe me, I can be that stubborn. Jacob never fails to make me smile.


As of yesterday, my baby boy is a big eight month old! It's crazy how the time flies. He's crawling, walking along furniture, laughing, and doing some of the silliest things I've ever seen. He's the sweetest baby I've ever seen in my life. Am I biased? Of course, but so is every other mom on the planet!


For the past day and a half I've been stuck in a bit of a rut. I've been moody, I've been picking fights, and I generally had a hard time reminding myself to simply be happy. Now, I don't want to dwell on any of this, because it would be the antithesis of what I'm trying to accomplish. Instead, I want to write about what pulled me out of that phase.


I was still in a pretty bad mood when I crawled into bed last night. Everyone knows that it's no good to go to sleep angry or sad, but some people think there is no other option. What they don't realize is that by telling themselves that, they are only making it true. If you believe that you HAVE to go to bed upset and there's no way out of it, then you are only programming your brain to not only believe that, but to accept it as the only plausible outcome.


It is absolutely not true. Yes, I was in a bad mood when I crawled into bed, but I was perfectly happy when I fell asleep. The first thing I did to lift my spirits was kiss Austin goodnight. Even though we were arguing over petty things for a good part of the evening, I made sure to remind myself why I love him. When I did that, those things we were arguing about didn't seem to matter at all. Then, I got up and went into Jacob's room to kiss him on the forehead. I don't know if it's just me or if it is a mom thing, but seeing my baby sleep just melts my heart. It's almost as if it leaves no room for thoughts of anything but the love I have for my family.


That, my friends, was all it took. I had to clear my head long enough to see what mattered most to me, and why it matters, and then everything else just slipped away until I couldn't even remember why it was there in the first place. The people we love do way more for us that they ever realize.


This morning had a completely different atmosphere, and it was wonderful. I got up when I heard the baby and plopped him in his highchair with his cheerios. On a whim, I decided to make pancakes. Normally, I don't even bother eating breakfast, and Austin has a poptart on his way out the door. Needless to say, he was ecstatic when he saw a plate of pancakes replacing his poptart's usual spot on the table. As for me? I was happy to see my family happy.