A Mother's New Year's Resolutions

I came across this blog months ago when someone else (I think maybe Navel Gazing?) put up a link to it on her blog. I asked for permission to post the whole thing on my blog, but was denied since her blog is copyrighted. I think this post is something that every mom who has ever felt frustrated with her children should read. And isn't that all of us? We all have our moments of craziness whene we are rushed and frazzled and whene we feel like one more thing is going to just push us over the edge. Then we reach that one more thing and what do we do? Go read this and then come back. I'll wait.

AntiqueMommy
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http://antiquemommy.com/2008/09/17/in-motherhood-forgiveness-trumps-failure/


Ok, now that you've read it and presumably gotten some toilet paper from the bathroom to blow your nose (I never have Kleenex, just good ol' T.P.) we can go on.

I have thought about this story many times since I first read it a few months ago. While my kids have never said what her little boy stated so eloquently, I know when I get upset at my kids for whatever my personal "ball of tape" is, be it my crafts, sewing, books, fish food, toothpaste, or any of the 100 things I've repeatedly asked my kids to stay away from, or when I get mad at them for any other reason, I know that they are thinking and feeling the same way as this little boy.

My New Year's Resolutions this year mostly involve improving my relationship with my children. I've promised myself to play more, be more gentle and understanding, less quick to upset or anger, and no more yelling unless someone is in danger. I haven't done that great so far, but really, I've spent most of the New Year in a van or hotel room with them, unable to escape for even a few moments. Now that we are home and aren't feeling like we're duct taped to each other anymore it should be a little easier. I've also resolved to go to bed sooner (which I recently discovered means I need to look at a clock more often at night, otherwise it gets to be midnight and I think it's still 10:30 PM), and write an hour a day (my blog doesn't count). To help me with these goals I've enlisted Nathan who, so far, seems happy to help.

I really don't want to be the mom I am right now. I want to be a better mom. The best mom I can be. I want to have more patience; I want to have a better understanding of what is important and what isn't; I want to let my kids know that I value them above my "tape."