I know what they say about lemons.
I know that they tell you to make lemonade out of life’s lemons. To see the positives in the negatives. To make something good out of every bad thing. Sometimes, this is not so easy.
Lately, I’ve been dealing with a lot of lemons. I’ve been feeling sorry for myself when I think about how sour life can be sometimes. But I’ve decided to stop with the tears and the disappointment with these situations and try to find the… lemonade… instead.
I won’t get specific because as open as I am here on the blog, some things should just be kept private. I know how much I hate vague posts, and I apologize for being a vague poster today, but let’s get on with it, shall we?
For all the lemons I’ve had lately, there are still these simple but amazing moments of sweetness.
I find it nearly impossible not to smile when I see this happy face. At the end of a particularly sour day, this is what I was greeted with, and I thought to myself, “how bad are things, really? Not so bad when this guy is your mini sidekick.”
Things can’t be that bad when you swirl your baby around and he is overjoyed at your singing and dancing, again and again and again.
Things can’t be that bad when your baby goes to music class, and even though he’s the only one who isn’t walking yet, he still manages to be the best dancer in the room, making all the other parents laugh and laugh.
Things can’t be that bad when your day ends the same way every evening: board books and a sleeping baby in your arms who you’re pretty sure looks like a little angel with his long lashes and abundance of hair.
So sometimes you do the best you can and it isn’t quite enough for everyone, but it is enough for this guy, and really… that’s what matters most.
At the end of the day, my lemons turn into lemonade all on their own because… well, because things can still be good, even when they seem kind of bad.
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