I admit it. I hate New Year’s. It’s a bunch of hoopla that means nothing to me. I’m reminded of another year gone, another year not accomplishing as much as I would love to accomplish. There’s also something about the happy Christmas season being over and the ugly inversion of January settling in. For me, January brings depressive feelings.
- We were able to get outdoors more. My family explored and discovered. Being amongst the Lord’s creations is good for our soul. In an existence of uncertainty and acquisitiveness it brings confidence and content.
- Rob and I were able to spend a lot of quality time together. We’ve understood each other more. We’ve communicated better. We are both trying to regard the other with more importance.
- Keeping Caroline home with me (instead of enrolling her in preschool) while the other kids are in school full time has been good for our relationship. I was afraid it would be the end of it but instead we have both benefitted from this time together. She is gaining self-assurance and I’m gaining patience. I’m understanding her more and can better focus on what she needs.
- After 15 years, I finally had the opportunity to apologize to and reconnect with a long lost friend. I’ve enjoyed getting to know her again and who she has become.
- I’ve heard (and felt) that being a stay-at-home mom can be isolating and lonely…that it’s hard to connect with other adults. But I feel like there are many women around me to call on when I need a favor or to chat. We look after each other and we have a sense of community that I’ve enjoyed being a part of.
- More decisiveness. To make choices quickly and confidently.
- Finality and acceptance regarding something I’ve been pondering on and praying about for a couple of years.
- The ability to stop myself from going into a black hole when I find myself getting close to one.
- …and a working water softener 😉