The little kids have got it right

Yesterday, I had the afternoon off so I chose to go hang out with my second family, who is a family I have been babysitting for since the summer before I started 8th grade. After going to the waterpark to enjoy an indoor swim and finding it closed, we decided to go back to their house and make puppy chow. Brayden is 2 1/2, and Maddie will be going into 7th grade in the fall. The whole time when we were standing together in the kitchen making puppy chow, Brayden was nothing but smiles and giggles, and it helped me realize, the little kids are in fact smarter than most of us adults. I say this because they are able to smile and laugh no matter what is going on. I realize that little kids don't often recognize tragedy or sad events, so they are able to just smile all the time, but it really got me thinking: what if we all just smiled and laughed more, in order to get over our grief? This last year has been hell for me and my family, and although I try to keep myself composed, I have gone from being consumed with grief, to being angry at the world, to almost losing faith in everything I've ever believed. Times are still hard, and sometimes I just sit and think "Why did this happen to my family?" Lately, it hasn't so much been that question, it's been "Why do things KEEP happening?", because in my mind, God wouldn't be punishing people who do good for others in this way. I think I need to take a page out of Brayden's book. I need to smile more, laugh more, and forget all the bad things that are happening. There's a time and a place for grief and anger, but I can't let it consume my whole life. Hey, Brayden may only be 2, but he's got life figured out better thus far than a lot of adults ever do. Smile and laugh. That's the key to life. The little kids have all got it right.