My mother often used to sing us out of bed with a little song from her childhood "Open all the windows, open all the doors, and let the merry sunshine in!" I remember it distinctly as if it hadn't happened some 70 years ago! I loved thinking of the sunshine as merry!
More was merry than the sunshine. My mother -and father- had hearts that were merry, not the joking, overt humor, but deep down happiness. And truly that opened all the windows and doors of my life. I hear of depression, anxiety, harshness of parents during childhood, let alone abuse and addiction, with such awe and sadness.
I realize with each deepening year how fortunate I was to have grown up in a household where daily the merry sunshine was allowed to shine and the windows were wide open.
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