We are not public dancers, the Taubes. But we enjoy a little living room dancing every now and then to get the wiggles and giggles out of my little ones. For a couple years, my daughter has preferred the song, “Happy” from the Minions movie to get the jiving juices flowing.
She was happy (and not just because of all.the.presents).
That’s all anyone would have described baby Jo as, and that’s all she ever really was. Unless you robbed her of her fruit snacks, of course.
When we came to Nepal, the sad side emerged more and more. It was quiet and didn’t demand much attention most of the time. It was moody and morose but occasionally erupted in red-faced scream fests.
I figured she was a little bored at home and that the threes were just plain harder than twos which I had heard to be true. By four, I was, honestly, just grasping for anything to help bring the happy back.
I enrolled her in a nearby pre-school. I thought she might be sad to leave the house or scared to get on the bus with kids she didn’t know and who didn’t speak her language.
I was wrong.
She hopped on the bus like it was Grandma’s car with the car seat loaded up and cup-holders full of goldfish crackers.
She played, and sang, and danced and chatted her little English-speaking mouth to death. She came home and crashed on the couch each day. She was exhausted. And happy.
And mom was happy to have her joyful Jo and a house full of laughter again.
Sometimes the hardest decisions we make end up making us the most happy.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones (Prov. 17:22).
What are hard decisions you’ve made that lead to your or your family’s happiness?
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