Thursday, March 1, 2012

Beautiful Baby (The Happiness Challenge Day 1)

My mom (she was still "Mommy" back then) used to sing "You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby" to me pretty often.

When I think of it, I see myself at four or five years old, playing with my Barbie dolls in my bedroom. I see my mom, younger than I am now, with her big smile. Listening to the song now brings happy tears to my eyes.

I'm sure my children will feel the same pleasurable ache of joy and nostalgia 30 years from now when they hear the soothing sounds of Ludacris.
Listening to Bing Crosby got me thinking about how my stepmother often makes us watch White Christmas, even if it's not Christmas. This is my favorite part.
One year for my grandmother's birthday, my mom and her siblings and all the cousins gathered in Shreveport to celebrate. On that Sunday, we went to church at St. Mark's Cathedral. A new priest had just started and, as part of his first sermon, he told the congregants a little about himself and what he enjoyed. And then he burst into song and sang these lyrics:

Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters.

There was some hysterical laughter in the pews that Sunday morning.

Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister. 
And Lord help the sister who comes between me and my man. 

Share your happy memories in the comments!


  1. This makes me totally want to do the happiness challenge. Great post! I can't wait to read your daily dose of happy this month.

    1. You should do it! One day in and I've already noticed how much better I feel because my mind is busy coming up with happy memories to write about. It's a huge mood-lifter! : )

  2. This one is recent. You can practically watch the wheels in my son's head turning through the expressions on his face (he is barely 2.) He was recently in the kitchen, not wanting to wait for dinner, so we put him in his chair and gave him some fruit. He was still unhappy, and I wasn't taking him out of the chair just to put him back in 5 minutes later, so he first threw a fakey cry my way. When that didn't work, he had a pathetic look on his face and said "Hold?", like "Mom, I need you to hold me"...I could just see the wheels of manipulation turning, so I said no...even though it took every ounce of restraint not to go over and kiss his little manipulative face. I thought we were done when he threw out a finger point over my shoulder, like "look over there, there's an elephant." Then he threw his fruit to the dog.
    I was oddly proud of the way he used his little 2 year old mind to problem solve, and also a bit scared at his budding manipulation potential.
    As soon as his dad came into the kitchen, it was on to the next parent...fake cry, then "Hold, Dada?"

    1. That made me laugh out loud! I love it! He's a problem-solver!
      Kate, at 11, STILL does the "hold" thing to manipulate me. If I say no to something she wants, she'll say, "I just wanted a hug, Mom!" Yeah, right.


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