I used to think happiness was having a Tiny Tears doll and watching her
beautiful lashed eyes slowly opening and closing, crying “real tears”‘ as
I held her close to comfort her.
In the city, it was Christmas storefront displays; the children turning round and
round, their happy faces aglow with the anticipation of all that was to come.
This brought a sense of happiness and warmth flowing over me; a child myself.
Back then I could always find happiness under Grandma’s giant willow tree
where I would seek solace from the raw world buzzing outside its boundaries,
and maybe get a big warm piece of blueberry pie with ice cream.
Soon happiness took the form of a quirky little caterpillar who took up residence
within me struggling ever so hard to free itself from its cocoon in an effort to
discover the wonders of “puppy love”.
Later a beautiful butterfly of first love would burst upon the scene and happiness
would blossom into full bloom and would become sneaking out of family reunions to
hold hands and steal kisses behind Uncle Fred’s barn oblivious to the world around us.
And so happiness continued to take its form in learning and self discovery, family,
friendships, lovers, children, grandchildren and the many special events intertwined
with all of these. Funny how many times perceptions of happiness change in one lifetime.
But isn’t it grand that no matter the unhappiness we may experience, there exists a
pathway to look back and rediscover the many recollections of happiness. Not always
easy to remember; not always easy to do.
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer