Since it’s summer break I have been spending A LOT of time with my kids, and one thing I have noticed about them is the joy they get for the small things. When did we lose that as adults? My daughter wakes up to sunny skies and she’s ecstatic for the fun day she is going to have, my son gets super happy if our pet bird Sunny makes a noise that resembles a “hello”. Why is that? Why is it that as adults we want big wins or absolutely nothing to go wrong for us to say we had a good day?
When my family and I go out for ice cream, I’m that mom that goes and gets a ton of napkins and starts hassling her kids about getting dirty BEFORE they get their cones.
Last week my husband and I took them for some ice cream and I decided to just enjoy the moment. To live in the present and not worry about the dirty clothes I would have to wash later. To find joy in the fact that all four of us were in a little ice cream shop in the bay area. Happy, healthy, and full of love. Messy faces and all.
That day I decided to redefine my joy.