Goodbye, 2014. What a year you have been. You will forever go down in history as the year I became a mother to a tiny tornado, a kid that never stops, the sweetest, funniest, most charming boy I’ve ever met. (Also…sassy).
If I had to pick a theme for this year, I think it would be humility.
Humility is not something that comes naturally to me. I am a know-it-all. I do not think before I speak. I like to think that I know everything and if everyone would just do as I say, then life will go swimmingly.
There is nothing quite as humbling as a little person that stands at your elbow all day reminding you that you’ve already had your “daily allotment” of chocolate and that you can’t play balloon soccer if you say the word “crap”. Here is this small person with his own opinions and agenda who is now inextricably linked to me. He hears everything that I say. He sees me when I’m angry or frustrated or annoyed.
There is nothing more humbling than having to daily apologize to a 9-year-old. God is using this boy to soften my sharp edges.
The transformation of becoming a mother has not always been easy or fun, which is exactly what the movies and facebook would have us believe. In fact, I enlisted professional help (and I don’t mean Super Nanny). When it came down to it, I needed someone who has no reason to lie to tell me that becoming a mother is hard work and it’s okay to grieve the loss of my old life.
I think that, for now, I’ve moved safely away from the grieving period and I’m settling into my “new normal”.
2014 was all about transition and big changes.
Hopefully, 2015 will be about stability.
Happy New Year, folks!