I have been good this year. Well, for sure at least decent. I remembered to make my bed a few times as soon as I got up in the morning. I didn’t have many meltdowns over spilled food in the car, and I rarely said anything too harsh when people cut me off on my way to work. All in all I really tried hard this year to be a good person, so I figured I could ask for a few things. A short little list. Here is what I would like:
- Grace. There are times when I am extremely hard on myself. I beat myself up about all the things I am not doing and should be doing. I give myself a hard time for the cookie I ate when I know very well I should have had an apple or some other fruit instead. When my son gives attitude, as all pre-teens do, I blame myself. (Although quite frankly I thought I was safe from this phenomenon for a few years because boys didn’t suffer from the terrible teen mood swings. I was wrong.) I wonder what I am doing wrong, and worry because I don’t know what I am doing most of the time. I just ask for a sprinkle of grace. A reminder that I am doing the best I can, and I will continue to do the best I can.
- Acceptance. I am what I am. I am not going to get any younger. No matter what I do, or what creams I buy. It doesn’t matter at what angle I hold my phone, as I attempt to take a picture because a wrinkle still pops up here and there to remind me that time does not stand still. But do I really want it to? What a gift to wake up every day, and live! Actually live the moments we are given. My beautiful grandma is in her 90's. She takes her vitamins, watches what she eats, and walks every day. Not out of vanity, but because it makes her feel good. When she smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkle, and it is one of the most beautiful faces I know.
- Freedom of guilt. I have to remember that it is ok to take a moment or two for myself. It doesn’t make me a bad mom to get a pedicure on my own, or take a run in silence. Kids are very intuitive and know when momma is stressed and about to lose it. The quiet before the storm they call it. In order for me to be the best mom, best person I can be, I need to make ME a priority as well.
- Wisdom. One day at a time, one hour at a time, one moment at a time. From the minute I wake up, I am bombarded by choices. Should I get up at the first alarm I have set, or the third which is 15 minutes later? The famous, what am I going to wear? Most days I have nothing to wear as I stare at my closet bursting with things. And once I decide on something, what accessories do I pick? All these thoughts before I even step a foot into my fuzzy slippers. Those are simple decision, that although could cause some stress, ultimately no real damage comes from deciding to wear a t-shirt as opposed to a dress. There are choices however, that do leave a mark. Choices that do leave bigger consequences.
- FInally, if it’s not too much trouble, I would really like a new journal. I know I already have a stack of them cascading out of a plastic box in my office, but I figured I would ask. A lovely leather one with crisp blank pages, unlined. There are so many out there, I didn’t want you to get confused.
My kids and I left some cookies out for you. One had a little bite out of it, as I wanted to make sure it was just the right amount of soft and crisp. Didn’t want you to have to eat subpar Christmas cookies. (See? I told you! All nice, not naughty.)
Thank you, and Merry Christmas!