I remember having a happy childhood, surrounded by family and friends. Dad worked long hours but mum was a stabalising presence at home.
As a teenager I went through the typical phase thinking that happiness could be bought, only to discover it is short-lived – until the next purchase.
The greatest challenge came when we started having kids and the past 18 years have by no means been easy. In my toughest and darkest moments, I struggled to find meaning in the sacrifices and sufferings of those early years.
I have been fortunate to enjoy the past 4 years since Kate came into our lives, seeing the world through the lens of a child. It was a breather for me, to recharge body and soul.
The next few years will be rocky, in many aspects. My parents are past their 70s and this is the first time seeing dad hospitalised. Soon, they will be unable to care for my brother which adds to their burden.
As a mother, your worries never end. Slowly but surely, I will have half a dozen teenagers on my hands. Our childrens’ joys are ours, their sadness, multiplied a thousand times in our hearts. The paths they choose to walk may give us sleepless nights. I need to brace myself emotionally.
I have been pondering things the past few weeks, and worries started to surface.
Someone shared these lines, and it has redefined happiness for me.
We can find happiness in the bad, as much as the good.
At church, one of my kids asked, “Why is Good Friday good when Jesus suffered and died? It should be called Bad Friday.”
And when the storms blow over, the bright hues of the rainbow will be appreciated like never before.
Lesson #5: Passion vs Family
Lesson #6: Finding our children’s gifts and talents
Lesson #7: Teach our children compassion by little actions
Lesson #9: What must kids do for us to stop pushing them over the edge?
Lesson #10: Who’s selfish? The kids or me?
Lesson #11: Confronting death teaches you about life
Lesson #12: To measure our lives in love
Lesson #13: The day they fly
Lesson #14: Do our kids even know we love them?