We just got home from Oregon last night, and we are all exhausted and cranky after our lack of sleep. I did not want to miss out on the monthly SF free museum day and my kids usually benefit from getting out of the house, so I thought the Conservatory of Flowers could be the perfect cure to our crankiness. Wrong! Jane ran in one direction, while McKay tried to touch the tadpoles in the pond. For my kids, lack of sleep equals a gigantic amount of energy. They sprinted to try to open the emergency doors, and most of the time McKay said "I want to go home!" There was crying from both, resulting in the quickest outing ever. While I made lunch, a bomb quickly went off in our place. Toys EVERYWHERE, leading to an even crankier mom, a fight to clean it up, and an early nap time.
As I was tucking him in, McKay said, "Are you happy mommy?" He asks me this regularly. Sometimes it is after he was not on his best behavior, and sometimes it is just out of the blue. If I don't respond right away that I am happy, he always tells me to be happy.
I am so grateful for the sweet boy's little reminder about
what is most important. While there are tough days that require much patience and discipline, they do not interfere with my happiness. In response to this question, yes I am happy. I have the happiest job in the world! I am so happy to raise these sweet children. I am happy to be sealed to my husband, and to know my family can be together forever. I am happy to know Jesus Christ is my savior and there is life after this. I hope to always keep this prospective and not let slip-ups in my day influence my happiness.
