This year I have not made any New Years’ Resolutions. In the past, my resolutions have highlighted losing weight and working out. No matter my most sincere intent, within weeks, delicious chocolate chip cookies pass my lips. So this year, instead of resolutions that have little meaning and I admittedly do not have the willpower to achieve, I resign myself to happily accept who I am in 2013.
Wisdom of My Age and Grace of My Years.
I am getting older. My body will never look the way it did in 1982, 1992 or 2002 – I am the new and improved me in 2013. I love my friend Marci’s chocolate chip cookies, my daughter’s banana bread and I plan trips all over the world that have more to do with food than anything else. I just purchased a new treadmill; I now understand that my workouts are much more for my brain and my heart than for my hips or my ass.
I need to do more things for me. Do not get me wrong, I will still drive children around with a chaufers’ pride, proof read papers in the 11th hour, attend concerts and watch hours of volleyball and basketball. I am encouraged when I hear that my friends spend afternoons playing Maj Jong or pop in to see a movie; visit museums or take dance classes; go back to school or simply attend classes they have always dreamed of taking.
Sometimes Ninja Mothers (and Fathers) with huge responsibilities feel that they do not have the right to tiny beautiful things. I hope that 2013 will be the year when we all search out and embrace as many tiny beautiful things as we possible can.