Heaven, if there is such a thing, must surely be a place where the serotonin flows at abundant yet consistent levels every day without fail. Today seems quite close to that ideal because of Earth-bound though wonderfully appropriate serotonin levels.
The world has a silvery glow. Everything I touch turns to pixie-dust shimmers of glittery loveliness.
So forgive, please, these extemporaneous burblings on the goodness of life. I may need to refer back to this post at some point in the future when the serotonin plummets and life once again feels bleak.
Today I’ve realized that I may just be the luckiest person ever. I get to take care of some amazing little people, a fact that seems even more astounding when I remember that at one point my womb felt as unproductively brittle as a dried flower bouquet.
On a day like today their antics, demands, fits and tempers seem manageable — nay charming even! The little girl’s efforts at peeing (on the floor, no less) make me smile with pride even though my back creaks as I bend to replace another pair of soaked panties and then scrub down the spotty carpet.
I can’t even briefly mourn the fact that I have no back-rubbing carpet-restoring lover in my life. Nope, not today.
I peek into the cupboards to contemplate cheerfully the food that’s there. Milk waits in the ‘fridge, frozen vegetables huddle in the freezer, and fresh bananas perch on a high shelf to avoid the grabby fingers which would squish them in a quest for stickers. All of this bounty was purchased at least in part with dollars earned through words. This is a lovely feeling.
Does it even concern me when great heaping mounds of snow rush from the sky, blocking my driveway and trapping us in the house? No, it does not concern me, because luck or fate or whatever provides a small tribe of opportunistic teenagers willing to free me from this snowy prison in exchange for a few bills and bowls of chili, which they down standing up in the kitchen, sweaty and spent for the day after shoveling twice as long as they’d originally anticipated.
Color me blessed. And grateful! And almost — almost! — convinced that providence watches down on me from above. But, you know, I don’t really believe that.
Because before the snow melts, before the groceries are eaten (or dropped on the floor, or flung at a sibling, or smeared into a shirt, or swirled down the disposal), before the peed on carpeting dries up again, before any of those things happen, the serotonin will once again drop and things will seem less glittery.
I just need to remember that on the next day, or maybe the next, I’ll go back to being the luckiest person ever. The glittery will return. It never stays away for long.
Wow :D
*admiring your momentary “laughter silvered wings”*
*chuckle*
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This post brightened my night…thank you! I could have used this earlier today. I needed a good “life is grand” story.
I will bookmark this one myself.
Cheers,
PBZoom
Hi AAG,
Rock on, sister!
XOXO
Chuck
Store up that feeling – it’s your happy place!
Brilliant! I’m really pleased that you have days like this – good for you!
yay!
loving your very own life is absolutely the best feeling in the whole world and absolutely you have to treasure those moments.
n fact, i firmly believe that the treasuring of such times leads to more of them in a lovely feedback loop….
Thank you for the morning smile. Enjoy your happy day.
This post was so poetic, it boosted me out of bed to start the day!
Thank you AAG!!!
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I love the glittery days – they make the dark dank ones so much easier to stand!
I love days like that…
Awesome post. Nice to hear something positive instead of the usual rantings and screamings in my reader most days. Being a positive person myself I fully understand (and enjoy)
Wait, rantings and screamings? From me? Do I really rant and scream that much? :) -aag
Ah, aag, yes! I love those days. I have felt the effervescence of which you describe, and have cherished those moments, much as you are doing now. Like you, I recognize it as fleeting, just as I know the down days don’t last for long, either. These intermittent days of delight make the tedium of routine in the precarious balance in between, tolerable.
Ah, the days when my temper is long and the joy of fresh little minds is delightful. It makes the crazy, grouchy days fade away for awhile. :)
Nice.
What a lovely post. I needed that smile today.
I hope that feeling lasts through the weekend…
I can only look on in awe of what you, and my wife and all the other mothers of the world accomplish in a single day, let alone in the weeks and months of their lives! We men may think we are tough, but woman know what tough REALLY is! And through it all they do it with a smile on their face and, most days, joy in their hearts!
Thanks for sharing some of that joy with us!
the sweet days are the ones to remember
thanks for the memory tickle!
So glad you had a good day.
Somehow the happy posts get fewer replies than the angry/sad posts.
Cheers to having a good day – and being blessed with teenagers willing to shovel!
(P.S. we can has swag? *halo*)
I’ve been playing catch-up on your blog for a couple of weeks and I must say, WOW. I admire you. I am a single mom and days like you describe here are the ones that I look forward to. The ones that just make you look back on all the troubles and say “This is worth it!”
Love your blog. I am looking forward to making many more comments!!!! :)