Around our house, a new year always stirs up talk of new goals. Here are my goals- some old, some new- for 2017.
I will not scold happy noise.
I will, without apology, be the nutrition, hygiene, and screen police.
I will increase book and board game time and decrease screen time in my home.
I will not tolerate back talk in any form, including duh, huh, or a rolling of even half an eyeball.
I'm the mother, I'm the mother, I'm the mother.
I will find the balance between Helicopter Mom and Tiger Mom.
I will use the television as a babysitter, sparingly and as if it costs $10 an hour.
I will get rid of lots of stuff.
I will continue to put Captain Fun, my husband of 30 years, before the children. We will be together long after the kids are gone.
Captain Fun and I will keep celebrating each anniversary, big time, for what it is: a major accomplishment.
I will not take offense when people mistake me for Hope's grandmother. She is #10, after all, and twenty five years younger than #1.
I will resist the urge to treat that baby as if I am her grandmother.
There are two types of grandmothers, the lonely and the tired. When that season comes, I shall strive to be the tired.
I will try to follow Mom Dot's advice: Live a very long time, but don't get old.
No matter how old my children get, I will keep singing them that favorite childhood song (they all know it): Read your Bible, pray every day and you'll grow, grow, grow.
As my nest begins to empty I will remember that motherhood is the only position where working yourself out of a job actually means you've done your job.
I will embrace each season.
I wills strive to treat my children like the treasures they are.
Happy New Year to all you mamas!