I was thinking this morning how this whole project started.
It was all about how to talk to my little boy about his Daddy’s cancer diagnosis. And more than that, it was to give it an optimistic, positive tone. It was to keep my own head about the surface of the water so that I could keep my family on an even keel. I figured that I really had only two choices: sit in a corner and suck my thumb while my husband endured chemo treatments OR face it with humor and grace and allow our son to see me do that.
And here’s the deal…I have no poker face at all. Whatever I am feeling: good, bad or ugly; it’s right here on my face for the whole world to see. On top of that, our son is at the age when he is learning empathy. That means that not only does he see exactly how Mommy is feeling, he also mirrors it back at me.
If that isn’t reason enough to Live Sunny Side Up, I don’t know what is.
