Thursday, December 31, 2015


A year ago right now, I had just been discharged after a week in the hospital.  Tiny was still inpatient, but got to move into a room with me.  We were mastering breast feeding together.  It was all beautiful.  And hard. 

Now it just seems surreal.  And, I sit here tonight thinking about the past year, and all it's brought. We aren't really a family that makes resolutions.  I mostly feel like they're probably just something else for me to feel guilty about, when I inevitably fail at them. 
But, this year, it feels a little magical getting to start a new year.  Like, somehow, things from the past really may have been swept away.  All is new.
Maybe I really can put some new habits into practice.  And throw some old ones out. 

Most of them will revolve around saying things like, 'letting your children watch two episodes of sesame street because you're really tired from being up in the night with tiny, does not make you a horrible parent. you're doing great, mama!!'
And, 'be more gentle with big.  She's just a kid.  She has been through a lot in her short seven years.'

I think I can totally do these.  Maybe my resolution is really just to be kinder.  To myself.  To others.  The first one will likely cause bleed over into the second.
My other resolution is to sleep through the night.  If someone could let tiny know about that one....

Happy New Year.  May the good things of the year outweigh the not so good ones.

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