Finding my “Happy Thought”

It was a few months ago.  I can’t quite recall the date.  It wasn’t my finest hour. (or day, or days…)

I was grumpy.  Worried.  Angry about the struggles my girl was being forced to endure.  Twisted about a future of doctors appointments and surgeries.

I had noticed she seemed extra down, and I took it as my cue to worry harder.

At some point, I broke down, expecting a clear answer to the question, “What’s wrong?” so I could continue the business of worrying some more, and searching for answers.

But the answer wasn’t even close to what I expected.

“Mom, you need to find a “Happy Thought” because you being like this all the time is really affecting me.”

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Um, ouch.  Wow.  And she sure told me.

She wasn’t being disrespectful in the least.  We have worked on honest speech and clear language, for survival – and to help us prep for the teen years.  She was doing exactly what I asked of her.  She was telling me what she was thinking.  And she was right.

Years of parenting a chronically ill and allergic child have left me in a permanent hyper-vigilant state.  The “other shoe”  has been known to drop without warning, and there is a constant need to search, study, learn, and discover whatever I can about whatever is plaguing my girl.  I am her advocate.  I am her voice.  We have between us undergone at least 17 surgeries in the last 11 years.  That doesn’t include countless hospital stays, tests and procedures.  There is always a pile to contend with, whether its bills to fight or file, prescriptions to order, reports to hunt down or appointments to make.  Life is very busy.

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There was a time I used to walk for fun.  Hours on end with my music in my ears.  I would walk for miles.  I would walk everywhere.  There was a time I would read for fun.  Not medical books.  Just leisurely reading.  I used to watch “Law and Order.”

Now between working full-time, parenting full-time, chauffeuring to appointments, trying to make swim practice, keeping food in the house, keeping some semblance of order, including clean laundry, clean curtains, and clean cabinets – it was easy to get swallowed up by obligation and forget the joy in my life.

To be quite honest with you, there isn’t much I would change.  Do I sometimes miss those long carefree walks?  Definitely.  But, would I for one second trade one bit of my beautiful, tenacious, funny, stubborn, intelligent little girl?  Not a chance.

Hook movie

We watched “Hook” a few months back.  It was a rare occasion when I sat to watch a movie.  It is one of my favorites.  And for those of you who might not be familiar, it’s a “Peter Pan” spin off where Peter ended up all grown up – a lawyer.  He forgot his magical youth, and the story takes him back to Neverland to find it again.

I am sure this is where she got her admonition for me to find my “happy thought,” as Peter needed his to remember how to fly in order to beat Captain Hook.

I thought and I thought, long after she had said the words.  I was tempted to compare myself to other adults, and justify my grumpiness.  But I resisted the urge.  These words weren’t spoken to another adult.  They were spoken to me.  And what a gift she had given me.

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Transformations don’t happen over night, but I have forced myself to become aware of the things that give me pleasure.

I love to write.  And so I have been trying to give more attention to my blog.  Therapy on a keyboard.

I have taken my feet instead of the car wherever I can, and wherever time allows.  I can’t walk for hours, but I can appreciate the short walks and relish them more.

I am realizing that a happy Mom is some of the best help I can give.  I won’t know all the answers.  I can only give her the same honesty I ask of her, and I can only do my best.

And while we focus on being positive, and its something I ask of her all the time – it’s not fair to ask it and not model it.

So we are all a work in progress.

And when I really soul search for what makes me happy, my pleasure really lies in seeing other people happy.


I am constantly telling Meghan that Cowden’s Syndrome does not define us.  But, in fairness, actions speak louder than words.

It’s been months since I was told to find my “Happy Thought,” and I hope I never forget that day.  While we still have our ups and downs it serves as a reminder for me that I am no good to those I love unless I find happiness myself.

Meghan and Felix – they will always be my happiest thoughts.

But I love my family, and God, and exercise, and nutrition, and cool breezes and music, and flying birds, and summer…

I strongly encourage you to find your “Happy Thought.”  It’s tough to start looking when a 10-year-old calls you out.

Loving my heart - outside my body- my biggest happy thought.
Loving my heart – outside my body- my biggest happy thought.