Choose Joy. Join the Happy Mama Movement.
When 2013 came to a close, and I did the whole how-to-be-better-next-year thing with myself, I discovered that I’m not the happiest camper at the campsite. For the record, I would never be caught dead at a campsite. Unless there were cabins. Or a camper. Or, oooh! a shiny RV with air and heat and comfy chairs and electricity and a shower with warm water and scented soaps.
Don’t get me wrong. I. Am. Awesome. The blog name came from somewhere, after all. I just feel like, after facing a serious illness with my kid last year, I should probably be more rainbows and unicorns because he is able to wake up and give me the standard type of kid grief every day.
So, I decided a new baby was in order!
I have officially shut down human production up in here, but I did give birth to a movement.
The Happy Mama Movement—a movement designed to inspire me and moms everywhere to choose joy.
That’s what the Happy Mama Movement is about—reminding us to choose happy. Make joy our focus—on purpose.
I want to focus more on cherishing the small moments of motherhood that are often overshadowed by the pukey-whiney-ugh-are-you-people-fighting-again moments that infiltrate our everything.
I know how hard those moments are, and I know how easy it is to make your entire existence as a parent about making it from one catastrophe to the next, especially when you’re at home. Constantly parenting. Day after day. With three kids ages five and under. During a snow storm. And with one diaper?
I. Have. Been. There.
I sat on the bottom of my stairs with spit up, mashed carrots, and something yellow,which I’m certain was poop, covering my shirt, with my baby wrapped in a dish towel while my toddler and my 5-year-old dropped Legos in the fish tank. And I cried. Hard.
Every mom has a story like that—probably a book’s worth. And those are important parts of the mothering experience. They’re worth being remembered and told. But they aren’t the only part, and they certainly aren’t the part you want to remember most when you look back on what raising your child felt like.
It doesn’t involve pretending that mommying isn’t hard (it is and always will be). It doesn’t mean that I won’t allow myself a bad day or ten. (Um, how else will I get my heck-yeah-I-just-ate-a-whole-box-of-chocolates days?) All it means is that on days when things are running smoothly—kids are smiling, the tooth fairy is remembering to actually show up, and dinner isn’t being boycotted—I will breathe that in and enjoy it.
Want to join the revolution?
Join the Happy Mama Movement on Facebook and be inspired by stories of joy in mothering from myself and the entire Happy Mamas Team.
*The Happy Mama Movement was developed by Amanda Rodriguez with the support and participation of 11 other magnificent bloggers.