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.
Sitting in church last Sunday, I inspected our seats to see if eight of the ten kids had arrived. (Hope was in the nursery, and our oldest and his wife are still sparring with winter in frozen North Dakota.) One, two, three....six, seven, eight. My eyes followed to the end where Captain Fun, my husband of 28 years, finished off the row. Every single chair was occupied by a Sims.
Suddenly, I was struck with the wonder of it: There it is. What I have wanted since I was nine years old. I held my breath, my eyes misted.