Living Arrows – 25/52

I wasn’t a happy child.

In fact, it took be a long time to learn to be happy, to teach myself that I could be happy.

I remember sitting in a therapist’s office as a teenager and informing her that I didn’t even want to be happy, that it was a transient emotion, that it was wild and uncontrollable and I didn’t want it.  Poor Linda never knew what to do with me. 

So far, you appear to be ridiculously happy babies.  Don’t get me wrong, you have your moments, but people often ask us whether you are ‘like this all of the time’ and for the most part, yes, you are. You smile almost constantly and laugh often.  You delight in the world and are eager to share in it.  And when you are dissatisfied you rally against the injustice with piercing wails until circumstances are different.   You are seven months old and you know that life should be a pleasurance experience.  Seven months.

As a parent I am acutely aware of my own responsibility not to irrevocably break you, or at least not to mess you up more than the average parent inevitably messes up their children.  Sometimes it can’t be helped.  Things happen.  Children are damaged by things that their parents cannot predict or prevent.  Sometimes they damage themselves.

But oh, I want for you to be happy children.  To have your childhood.  To grow up to know your own worth and the value of others, of friendship, of letting people in.  To be a country, not an island.  To reach adulthood unscathed and with the skills to navigate grown-up life.  To be happy adults, capable parents, pensioners who look back on their life with a sense of achievement and satisfaction.

That is not to say that I don’t want you to experience any other emotion.  A little bit of fear and disappointment and anger is good for you; you need to learn to cope in an imperfect world and better that you learn in childhood when your support system is at its strongest.  I know that.  I do want that for you.  But oh – not too much.  Not so much that it crushes you.  And I hope that we will be there to pick you up and dust you off and kiss your scraped knees when you fall.

And I hope that the falls are always that type of fall, that they are never from a height or an awkward angle.  I hope that you learn to land well, to roll rather than snap your ankles, to laugh as you stand up.

And I hope that you are never sat in a therapist’s office rejecting happiness.  Because this is the best feeling in the world.

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6 Comments

  1. June 25, 2015 / 8:41 pm

    I am sure your boys will always be happy. They are so smiley, so bright and beautiful – how can they ever be anything but?! x

  2. June 25, 2015 / 10:25 pm

    This is so beautiful Amber and those gorgeous boys have two lovely mums to show them what happiness looks like. x

  3. June 25, 2015 / 11:02 pm

    This is beautiful. As parents that is all we ever want for our children. I hate to think of mine ever been unhappy although I understand that is part of figuring out this life. But happiness is so important and I hope they too are always always happy like they are now. As are your two boys xxx

  4. June 26, 2015 / 4:09 am

    “You delight in the world and are eager to share in it. And when you are dissatisfied you rally against the injustice with piercing wails until circumstances are different.” – my 1st favourite quote.

    What hopes expressed for your twins; and how you captured their love of life! I saw, ‘amen’ to all you expressed. May they always embrace happiness; learn to land well, roll instead of snap, and stand with laughter. 🙂 #LivingArrows

  5. June 26, 2015 / 3:38 pm

    They look very happy I’d say. And as I said on twitter – I love their outfits!
    #LivingArrows

  6. C
    June 28, 2015 / 10:03 pm

    What stunning words.
    Your boys are so loved. With parents like you and Kirsty, who will nourish them and keep them safe in your healthy, happy home, what more could they need? You bathe them in light. They will know happiness.

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