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Smile Where It Counts

As every mama knows, it's tough out there right now. It takes no work to fold open the newspaper, turn on the TV news, or even surf to a site to see the deluge of trouble — and be fed more stories that frankly have turned my coffee cold day after day.

As a journalist, I would never suggest burying your head in the sand. Understanding the reality of what's going on around us, with the economy, and world strife, is imperative so that we can honestly affect change to make things better.

But just as important? Remembering why things can be good. And what brings a smile to our faces. As mamas, we all have miniature packages of joy right in front of us each day. (Yes, even when they're screaming at you for pulling their hair JUST so you can tie it up and keep it lice free -- but, uh, I'm meandering here...)

So this week I invited a number of mamas to a movie night. And I'm going to invite another mama who told me how things are getting a little tough right now. I understand. I think it's hard to admit that to people - because it's hard to ask for help, be it financial or emotional.

This is the time for all of us to reach out and knit our circle a little tighter. So while yesterday I said that the smile factory may be closing down a bit, and (s)mothers this means you, I don't mean that my door has shut to my friends. Because we can use as many of those as we can get these days.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Smiles from the heart - at last.
What a relief from the rictus grin of hypocrisy. Change of government, change of heart - must be for the good.

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