It was about this time last year that I came across a post on “one little word”, and it stuck with me all year. My word, by the way, was enthusiasm. Unfortunately, I was never able to muster enough of it to put it into practice, so I’m going to tack that one on the list again this year. Anyway, lo and behold, we are at the start of yet another year and I saw this post today, which got me to thinking all over again. Actually, I’d already begun trying to settle on just one word the other day. (“Decisive” will not be my word….) As it turns out, though, I think I’d like to focus on a couple rather than stick with one.
The first: FLEXIBLE
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m pretty rigid when it comes to my routines. Sadly, my kids don’t seem to understand this about their mom. One of us has to bend, and guess what? It’s not going to be them. Especially that smaller one; it’s like she doesn’t even care! Didn’t we cover the importance of Mama’s schedule during orientation?
If only it were that easy.
Since it’s not – and, really, who ever said it was supposed to be? – I’ve been trying to take on a tiny bit more of a hang loose mentality over the last few days. I realized I needed to work on this on New Year’s Day, when Kevin suggested that we take the kids to the park for a picnic. Sounds fun, right? Spur of the moment family picnic? Sure, except this family had not one morsel of transportable food in the house, nor did I feel up to nursing the baby in the park (and who can count on her cooperation? I’m telling ya, that one does not play!), and I really wanted to clean the house. And that was the problem, when you get right to the heart of it. I had it in my head that I’d get up, go to the grocery store, and continue with our Clean Sweep. Anything not on that list was clearly going to be impossible.
So here’s what happened: I had a minor meltdown, and – yadda yadda yadda – we went to the park. No picnic, but we picked up sandwiches on the way home. A good time was had by all.
Clearly, a change might do me some good.
Yesterday, I woke up just before the kids, made my mental checklist and got right down to business. “OK: get dressed, start laundry, dress Joey. . .” and on and on. Except Joey jumped out of bed, turned on his music and asked me to dance. I really wanted to tell him no; not because I didn’t want to, but it wasn’t on the list. I know! But that’s the truth. Then I realized that A) this was going to be one of those “Cat’s in the Cradle” kind of moments if I wasn’t careful, and B) the day could get off to a very bad start if I declined, but most importantly C) dancing with Joey is fun! And, as Dr. Seuss says, fun is good, so we danced.
And he talked about it for hours, and I knew I’d done one thing right.
Chalk one up for one little word.