I am simply amazed at how quickly 2013 flew by! Nothing too major happened, though Marc started a new job with better hours, albeit more travel. The girls moved up in karate, my last child finally let go of diapers and I made great strides in my quest to yell less. Nothing too terribly interesting, which quite frankly, is perfectly perfect to me.
I was doing a lot of thinking tonight about resolutions. I don't know about you, but every year, I make a couple and by March, I've forgotten what I even set out to change. I know I'm not perfect and that's actually what I resolve to do this year.
This year, I resolve not to put myself down. It's not going to be easy, because it's second nature for me to look in a mirror and point out my imperfections. I get really mad at my girls when they do that to themselves, so it's time I stop doing it too, don'tcha think? Plus, I made a comment about a picture of me that was in this past school year's yearbook and it came back to bite me in the tush when a few weeks ago, M repeated the comment to me (about me!).
I went shopping with the girls yesterday and they came into the fitting room with me. It took every ounce of oomph I had not to make disparaging remarks about how the clothes looked on me, especially with all three of them oohing and aahing over my selections.
So, this year, I resolve to be a better role model for my girls. I want to be the kind of Mom that they want to emulate as adults, not one they find themselves shunning. I may be terrible at sending thank you notes (if you sent me a gift this year, thank you, thank you, thank you! That was one of my resolutions last year. . . see how well it went?), I may not be the best housekeeper or laundress, but not being perfect in those areas are who I am. I will try to be better at everything I'm not, but I'm going to try to embrace the imperfect me. After 36 years of nitpicking (well, 30; I'd like to think that for my first 6 years I thought I was the best person on the planet), I think I owe that to myself.