Well worth the read…..
My youngest daughter, Josephine, had a birthday this past Friday the 13th.
At seven, she is dreamy, funny, contemplative and just delighted with herself. Typical of her age cohort, she tore apart her wrapping paper with a fiendish glee, strutted around in her brand new mermaid tail (though she has her doubts that mermaids actually exist, she still holds out hope that she can become one, say, as a career or lifestyle choice), and spent half the day talking to herself in the mirror as she is apt to do.
It was during one of these mirror episodes that she turned to me suddenly and said, “Mom, was the day I was born just the happiest day of your life?”
Huh.
It was not.
The day of her birth and the subsequent few years were by most standards pretty horrible, in fact. Not post-apocalyptic horrible, but bad enough so that…
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Transformative Trauma 
Thanks so much for the re-blog. I’m glad you enjoyed the essay 🙂
You are so welcome! Your writing is divine ❤
At the risk of sounding like an idiot, there is such a thing as too much happiness? Let me try it out!!
Beautiful story and a great reminder that our needs and priorities change frequently, and so does the meaning of happiness.