Plagued By Happiness
Imagine Nana going into the bedroom to remind Dija that she is supposed to get quiet for nap time because Dija is in bed singing and laughing and carrying on (as she often does). “But Nana I’m just so happy!” She’s telling the truth. The child is joyful and it’s often evident by the noises coming out of her mouth. Just last evening we had to ask her to go to her room so the rest of us could hear our own thoughts. It wasn’t even bad noise… just constant singing louder than any of us could speak. So off she went with her feelings hurt for about 30 seconds. A minute later she was back at it with the musical production under way.
Nana heard Dija singing quite a performance in her living room one day & asked who she was singing to. “I’m just singing for God, he likes my singing.” I’ve caught her talking to him out the window one day having a little chat about her princess-hood with him, having a big ol’ discussion.
Trey will often be seen playing alone in the back yard here or at Nana’s singing the entire time… to himself, alone, on and on it goes. I love to spy him when he’s doing this. He’s less dramatic about it all but it’s clear that he’s in his own little happy place. His facial expressions are enough to melt anyone. With a smile that lights up his entire face.
The kids enjoy Papa or Uncle Justin grabbing a guitar and making up a song. They both do it well and I’m usually in the kitchen trying not to laugh too much so I can catch the entire song. Dija expects them to be able to sing the same song another day. Recently I understood why she thought they should be able to do this. I had my ipod handy one day when Dija was performing and I caught her song that she was making up as she went along. Then weeks later she watched the video and sang along and knew all the words… how did she know them? She was singing from her heart and the words must have still been there.
I’m enjoying how the kids express feelings to me. They are really great at being clear about how they feel. Trey just asked me about his next needle that he will need. “Can you take me back to the Doctor where I was calm and not to the gym where I was all upset and crying?” He prefers being brave at the Dr instead of having an audience at public health clinics. I’m with him on this and will be returning to the family Dr for any flu shots.
They are both fantastic at identifying when they need to sleep. I don’t ever remember my “old” kids asking to go to bed. I wish I knew what I did to teach them this because I would sell the secret!
I’m amazed almost daily at what great little people they are. Simply happy …not difficult to please. Well adjusted and pretty fantastic kids. I am blessed. I will try to remember this in the moments that I just want to run away.