One moment I can be happy and laughing, but then it comes over me. It's my mom.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was young, I learned very early on that I could make my mother laugh. And that was one of the greatest sounds I ever heard.
My mother is a big believer in being responsible for your own happiness. She always talked about finding joy in small moments and insisted that we stop and take in the beauty of an ordinary day. When I stop the car to make my kids really see a sunset, I hear my mother's voice and smile.
Whenever I feel I am going through my own 'little' challenging moment, I just think about my mom.
My mother has stories of leaving me in the bath as small kid, like a 3-year-old, and there being mirrors on the side, and her going to get a towel and coming back in, and me making faces at myself, like, 'Now I'm happy. Now I'm sad.'
Whenever something happens that makes me laugh or if I remember something in the middle of the night that I want to share, I jot the experience down.
Working mothers' laughter comes hardest when our double life is revealed for what it is: a juggling act in which the balls can drop at any time, invariably on our own head.
I'm happy that I have brought laughter because I have been shown by many the value of it in so many lives, in so many ways.
What makes me happy is having a really nice day out with my mum, or getting better at something I've been working hard at.
What makes me happy is just curling up in with my mom in her bed and watching a marathon of 'CSI' and 'Grey's Anatomy' episodes with pints of ice cream.
Being a mom has made me so tired. And so happy.