One year ago I chose my word for the year: patience. It was a good choice.
I initially selected the word to help me with the kids. In the crazy moments, they were never the crazy ones. I needed to take a deep breath, remember they are young, and remind myself they won't be this age forever, so enjoy it.
While I can't report 100% success, I can report that I found the self-made crazy moments lessened in frequency and intensity.
But, a rather surprising result flowed from my word choice - our pace has slowed down. I don't need to try to prove to anyone that I'm superhuman. I don't need to say yes to everything I'm asked to do. It's ok to take time to relax and sit and just hang out with the kids.
I have enjoyed this more peaceful year. I have time to think and reflect on a variety of subjects - especially on how to be the kind of mom I want to be. I am more "in the moment". (I rather dislike that phrase, but unfortunately, it fits.) I like being with the kids, and watching their activities without thinking about 25 other things and how I'm going to get them done today.
Now, granted, there are some drawbacks to this new lifestyle. The house isn't quite as tidy as it could be. But last year I stated there were no housekeeping police, and I was right. No one has appeared at my door with white gloves. Also, there are some community and volunteer jobs I do feel a bit guilty about not doing. However, once Eamon is in school I will have the time to devote to these jobs. Now is not the time.
I'm a little sad the word's year has come to an end. I considered extending it, but I think the word has infiltrated me sufficiently that I can move on. Time for a new word. Stay tuned.