Sometimes I’ll catch myself as I walk by a mirror or a window where I see my reflection. Here’s what I see: a woman with pursed lips, a scowl, hunkered over (not all the time, but enough). Since the new year, when I see this hateful wench, I tell her to stand up taller and smile. Guess what? She’s much nicer. She might even be a little pretty. Most importantly, her smile is beautiful.
I was thinking about this little girl in my son’s class. I’ve NEVER seen her one time when she hasn’t been smiling. It’s not because she’s just 5, and kids have no worries. As kid’s troubles go, she’s had the lion’s share. She is just a happy person. She’s kind of an inspiration to me.
A few weeks ago I said that I wanted to start making a point to smile more. When I find myself feeling mad or just cranky about nothing, I’ll tell myself to smile. You know what? It works. It makes me feel better. If I’m out somewhere, and I’m making a conscious effort to smile, I notice other people smiling back. Maybe, instead of us parents giving each other the mutual “Aren’t our kids annoying?” eye-roll when we’re in public and our kids are spinning around Target like the Tilt-a-Whirl, let’s give each other a smile, because what are you gonna do?? Sometimes I need to remind myself (okay, a LOT of times) that my children are just kids. They aren’t always going to have such free spirits, and I try to embrace the craziness and smile and laugh along with them.
So far, I think my personal smile campaign is going okay. It could always be going better, though. I have a lot to smile about, and a lot to be grateful for, namely, my sweet husband and my darling kids…so, I’m going to keep smiling.
What turns your frown upside down?