By HELEN VNUK
I was interviewing an actress a few months back, and I was asking her the usual questions about her life, when she suddenly turned the tables and started questioning me.
“Are you happy?” she asked. “How has the past year been for you?”
Put on the spot, I answered honestly. “I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I have two kids, and they make me happy, every day.”
As Michael J Fox says, “Family is not an important thing. It’s everything.”
I hadn’t really thought about it until she asked. How often do you sit down and try to work out how happy you are? Sure, motherhood can be stressful and demanding, but every day, without fail, my kids make me smile. Not just smile, but laugh.
Before I had kids, I used to dwell on little things. If I stuffed up at work, or had a disagreement with a friend, or a random stranger was rude to me, I would stew over it, thinking of what I should have said and done differently. Now I have kids, I let go of a lot of those little things that used to bring me down. I am happier. I can’t help it. Just being around my kids gives me regular injections of happiness. They’re natural mood lifters.
I wake in the morning to the sound of footsteps pattering down the hall, a smiling face peeping around the bedroom door, a tiny warm person snuggling into the space between my husband and me. There’s always room for one more in our bed. Or two.
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I watch my kids turn the world into their playground. The couch is a mountain to be climbed up, and the cushions make caves to hide in. Sometimes they just run around and around the living room in a circle, chasing each other, giggling and giggling.
My four-year-old son is full of questions. Right now he’s obsessed with knowing what’s real and what’s not. “Are pirates real? Dragons are real, right? Are crocodiles real?” I love knowing how his mind works.
Every day, after school, my daughter runs out of her classroom and into my arms. When she was in kindergarten, her class teacher tried to stop her, because it’s against school rules for children to run on the asphalt, but in the end the teacher just had to give up and let her go.