How am I anchored? It was a Friday morning and I had just mentally committed myself to choosing to be happy. My eldest son, Ender, came into the kitchen and put out his hand so that we could hold hands. He held on, I got down on his level, and he and I just looked at each other. It was the simplest gesture, but it made me feel at peace. Something calming came over me and I thought “This is why I’m choosing to be happy. For you and your brother.”
If I didn’t make time to hold his hand and look at each other I wouldn’t remember what I did instead. But because I did it, I remember. I remember the feeling and the love between a mother and son.
My husband and children are my anchor. Jeff has the words, but Ender and Decker only have the hand holding, snuggles, and smiles that show me that when I choose happy, I choose them.
With the first week I learned very little. My challenges were not great, besides our dogs getting sick - but thankfully they are okay - I was really able to stay hopeful and cheerful. It wasn’t 24 hours of cheer, but enough that I felt a difference within myself. We will see how the next weeks go and how I react/act with the first challenge.
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