#100 days of happiness. I have seen this all
over social media the past year or so and kept thinking how fun it would be to
do this. So four days ago I plunged in. Now, I am a planner. I go with the flow
some of the time, but most of the time, I have a plan. I decided on this
challenge to just go with it. Whatever made me happy on that day made the cut.
Now, I could post very easily 100 days of happiness with hubby and kids alone,
but I promise not to saturate the facebook world with happy pics of my hubby
and kids. I mean if I did that, according to facebook rules that would mean I
am not really happy with my hubby and kids. I know, right? Try to wrap your
head around that logic. Okay, I am squirelling.
So yesterday was day 4 of my happy days and I used a pic hubby took of
youngest stepson in the airport after landing from his European vacation. I was
so glad to see that face in person. I know he is not my by blood kid, but it
does not mean I love or miss him any less than my by blood kids. I did not run
and jump in his arms and give him a big squeeze like I wanted to. I stepped
back and let hubby have first hugs and words. I did manage to get my hug in
after what seemed like forever. We then sent him on to his momma as I know she
was just as excited to get her hugs in. While we were waiting for his luggage
to come in, I again, stepped back. This was momma and dad’s moment of reunion.
That is when being a stepmom is so very hard. You love that kid with all your
heart, but know that your feelings take a back seat, especially when all
parties do not get along. So I stepped back and took it all in. Saw the
exchange of inside jokes that were created among travelling friends, last
minute pictures with friends, lots of hugs and hair tousling as momma and dad
sorted out their youngest son’s arrival. He went home with his momma last
night, because mommas and sons have a special relationship and we understand
it. Does it hurt any less? Not at all. We would have loved to hear all about
his trip right then and there, but hopefully soon we will become privy to all
the European adventure tales. So as we gave stepson one last squeeze before he
went with his momma, I realized this really was my day of happiness. My
youngest stepson made it home safe and with lots of fabulous memories.
Hugs!
