New Year’s Resolutions…love ‘em or Hate ‘em?
New Year's Resolutions…love 'em or hate 'em? I hate them. Not only do I have enough pressure in my life (admittedly, much of it self-inflicted) but new year's resolutions feel like a setup for failure. As moms, we always feel that we should be doing more: more cooking, working, family outings, homework sessions, volunteering, cleaning, exercising…the list goes on. So why would I want to add one more thing that I "should" be doing? No thank you.
This was a particularly stressful holiday season for me. In trying to buy a short sale house, I got sucked into a vortex of shady realtors, a seller trying to extort money from me, and dreary uncertainty as to where I would live come January 1 st . This stress cocktail of non-home buying resulted in me packing up our entire house on new year's eve and moving down the block in order to stay in our school district. (not to mention about 43 new grey hairs!) I'm shocked I have enough energy to write this post.
So as I unpack a mountain of boxes in this shiny new year, trying to establish some kind of order in my home, I'm putting the resolution making into perspective.
At my lowest, when my adventures in home buying were making me feel like a horrible mother, my four-year-old held my face and told me, "Mommy, I just love being with you." Everything melted away. Because it's true. My son doesn't care where we live. He doesn't care that we don't own our house or that we live in less than 1000 square feet. He just wants us to be together. Wherever we are. And that is the most important thing of all.
So I'm heading into this new year with a new perspective: Take the self-inflicted pressure off and instead, just be present with my son, grateful for the many blessings in our life, big and small. Come to think of it, plain old-fashioned gratitude sounds like the best resolution of all.
Did you make a new year's resolution?
