I've never been big on a New Year's resolution. I figure I make goals all the time and never seem to obtain them, so why make huge one's at the beginning of the year only to have them loom over my head allowing more stress to invade my world? I do however, believe in living each day to its fullest, and making amazing To Do lists just so I can write and mark things off.
This next year is the beginning of something new and different (aren't they all) and I plan to embrace it. I no longer will be having babies, so now I have to raise them and pray they come out just a little bit less crazy than me and my husband. I know, good luck, right? It'll be fun. I know nothing about being a good parent, but have had amazing examples of them in my mom and dad. Okay, maybe I do know one thing. I've learned and been taught that without God, I have and am nothing. He gets me through the toughest of days and makes the good ones more wonderful than I could imagine.
Staying in the house all day every day is driving me crazy. And at the end of the day, I feel like my work is never done, I've not spent enough time with each one of my ninjas or my husband, and I'm so glad leggings are in right now. This being a mom bit is harder than I ever imagined and better than any thing I could dream. Was that Charles Dickens that wrote "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"? How did he of all people know so much about being a mom? I love waking up to my littlest ninja seeing how loud he can coo, hugging my school ninja as he heads out the door and watching my "in everything" ninja stumble around his bed saying "is so so awesome!". I hate not dressing up each day, not putting on an ounce of makeup, not having my nails painted and not being able to fly out the door in less than 10 minutes. But I know this is a season I will miss one day....as dumb as that sounds. One day my ninjas will no longer need me and I'll be all dolled up and out the door praying I get to simply hear from them. And that is my goal. Raise boys into independent, God fearing men that love their momma and adore their wife. So much harder than it sounds.
On a way less important scale, I do not care about eating paleo, losing 15 pounds, making a million dollars, or owning a BMW. I am trying Advocare Spark because 3 or more cups of coffee in a day is known as an addict (sorry mom) so let's hope it works. I'm am trying to daily achieve the goal of laundry and tidying up the place before bed. And I hope to decorate my bedroom and stash more mulah into the oinker. Wait, aren't these last few "goals"? Ugh...its all so meaningless...thank you King Solomon for making me aware of this.
Happy New Year ya'll. I hope you learn a lot, love a ton and laugh at almost everything in this year that lays ahead.
~M
This next year is the beginning of something new and different (aren't they all) and I plan to embrace it. I no longer will be having babies, so now I have to raise them and pray they come out just a little bit less crazy than me and my husband. I know, good luck, right? It'll be fun. I know nothing about being a good parent, but have had amazing examples of them in my mom and dad. Okay, maybe I do know one thing. I've learned and been taught that without God, I have and am nothing. He gets me through the toughest of days and makes the good ones more wonderful than I could imagine.
Staying in the house all day every day is driving me crazy. And at the end of the day, I feel like my work is never done, I've not spent enough time with each one of my ninjas or my husband, and I'm so glad leggings are in right now. This being a mom bit is harder than I ever imagined and better than any thing I could dream. Was that Charles Dickens that wrote "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"? How did he of all people know so much about being a mom? I love waking up to my littlest ninja seeing how loud he can coo, hugging my school ninja as he heads out the door and watching my "in everything" ninja stumble around his bed saying "is so so awesome!". I hate not dressing up each day, not putting on an ounce of makeup, not having my nails painted and not being able to fly out the door in less than 10 minutes. But I know this is a season I will miss one day....as dumb as that sounds. One day my ninjas will no longer need me and I'll be all dolled up and out the door praying I get to simply hear from them. And that is my goal. Raise boys into independent, God fearing men that love their momma and adore their wife. So much harder than it sounds.
On a way less important scale, I do not care about eating paleo, losing 15 pounds, making a million dollars, or owning a BMW. I am trying Advocare Spark because 3 or more cups of coffee in a day is known as an addict (sorry mom) so let's hope it works. I'm am trying to daily achieve the goal of laundry and tidying up the place before bed. And I hope to decorate my bedroom and stash more mulah into the oinker. Wait, aren't these last few "goals"? Ugh...its all so meaningless...thank you King Solomon for making me aware of this.
Happy New Year ya'll. I hope you learn a lot, love a ton and laugh at almost everything in this year that lays ahead.
~M
Made me tear up.
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This time is precious, uncontrollably precious. Hug 'em just a little longer for me.