When I had my kids, there were plenty of those “perfect” moms that had perfect keepsake books and perfect homes. Those moms who remember every detail of every thing that has happened throughout their pregnancies to births to the present. Not me. I still have to check the birth certificates to remember the time of births. I have never been one of those moms.
Relaxing in a tree
I didn’t buy my kids video games. I let them play outside without hovering over them. There were many years that I couldn’t afford to enroll them in sports or dance or art classes, but I made sure that we got lots of play time.
Swimming with sting rays
My kids learned to ride bikes, skateboard, climb, swim, surf, draw – even if it was sometimes on the furniture or the wall. My kids learned to be creative. They learned to be independent, bold, adventurous, and experimental. I encouraged them to try new things.
Nice day to surf
Although I may not have been a “perfect” mom with a perfect memory of all of my children’s milestones and my perfect memory books, we do have this… countless memories of laughing and getting down on the ground, playing with my kids. We have road trips and adventures that we shared while checking off bucket list items. We have memories of laughing and hugging and lots of I love you’s.
I was not the perfect mom and I do not have perfect kids and I wouldn’t have done it any other way.
Inspired by the article What Would My Mom Do? (Drink Tab and Lock Us Outside) by Jen Hatmaker.
So instead of posting “resolutions” and other such nonsense, here’s my new year reflections…
– I am the strongest freaking person I know. There is absolutely nothing that will come my way and defeat me – at least not permanently.
– I have monumental goals. I don’t know how I’m going to achieve them or how long it will take, but take my word that I will achieve every single last one of them. Also, I don’t need to share them with the world to make others make me accountable. I am accountable to myself. End of story.
– My priorities might shift depending on various factors. I’m ok with that.
– For the first time in my life, I can make this year all about me. I am a giver so this is no easy task. However, after 40 years of thinking of others, giving to others, taking care of others, it is long overdue that I take care of me. So this year, that is exactly what I intend to do. I will still give, but only after I take care of my needs and wants first. I have worked hard and deserve that.
– I’ve let myself get totally out of shape. Thankfully, either I have good genes or I’m eating fairly well, my worst isn’t the worst. However, this shit stops here. I’m not committing to a gym membership or cross fit five days a week. Not trying to compete in a spartan race or a marathon. Pffft. I’m a go with the flow chick. So I promise myself that I will participate in activities that are physically active, whether by myself or in a group, that make me happy, and I can enjoy life just a little bit more… Oh and so my body doesn’t sound like bubble wrap when I move.
– I expected 2015 to be awesome and it was. It also had some super hard and trying times. 2016 will be more awesome than last year. 2016 is all about doing life on my own terms. I’m 40 years old for crying out loud. It’s time I live for myself for a change.