We are attending a family camp for Labor Day Weekend. We are surrounded by nature, cabins, families, and many fathers.
The girls and I watched an improv group last night. M and R are watching on the front row and I am in the back row. M runs back to me with huge tears in her eyes whispering, “I miss daddy.” I give her a big hug and say, “me too.” After she releases the emotion with her tears, she runs back to the front row and begins laughing and participating in the act. And then 15 minutes later, she runs back and cries in my lap again. Once she releases, she joins the improv group activity again laughing and making silly faces.
This morning R wakes up and is playing with her cousins. She wants her cousins to play a specific game with her but they don’t want to and they leave her out to play something else. She begins sulking and crying and says, “I hate this place and want to leave.” I can’t console her. We move on to our activities of the day and at some point R becomes extremely engaged in the activities. And then she declares happily, “I love this place, I want to come here every day.”
Observing the girls’ changing emotions makes me wonder if it is necessary to feel sad, so we can feel happy. And if that is the case, do we embrace sadness as the path to happiness? And then I notice after a really crappy week, I am at peace, relaxed and happy.