New Years Eve. A night filled with wonder, drunken shenanigans, glitter, fun glasses with the New Year on them, and of course, a New Year’s kiss. Over the years, my NYE adventures have varied, from pre-gaming and going to the bars, classy dinners with my bae (yea, that’s you, Pat) and nights that are a little blurred, but I am sure, at the time, were very memorable.
That being said, now that I am a mother, the past few years have been a bit different.
Two years ago, my overly-generous sister (that’s you Britt) was home for the holidays from Seattle and offered to watch Riley, so Pat and I could go out! It was so nice, and so needed at the time. We were home way before midnight and Britt and I toasted together on the couch watching the ball drop.
Last year, I brought both my children to a NYE party at my parents’ friend’s house, because Pat was on a 24 hour shift. Picture a house filled with adults and zero children, except mine. People mingling, smiling, drinking, and politely (thank you) ignoring my toddler, as she tore through the wonderfully presented appetizer platters and put shrimp tails in unattended drinks of party goers like it was her job.
This year’s NYE I went to a wild, well kind of, party. A kid-friendly NYE bash, where the adults were outnumbered by little humans, and it was absolutely glorious. Good friends, good food (pizza!!), and good wine. What more could an over-tired mom, who lost her patience (and almost her sh*t) three hours ago need? Well, a few things were missing. There was no glitter, sigh. There were no drunken shenanigans, unless you count milk drunk and toddler meltdowns over stolen toy trucks a “shenanigan.” And, the party started to wind down at approximately 7:55 PM, just as the toddlers realized that PJ time and diaper changes were near. And, to top it off, my bae (still you, Pat) was missing again -working another 24 hour shift.
My life has changed. Change can be hard, but it can also be oh so good. 2016 was an interesting year, with some wonderful highs, and some pretty sad lows. I’m going into 2017 with some pretty lofty resolutions.
- I want to stop worrying (it won’t happen, but I can try). Fear is not my friend, and I’d like to erase it from life.
- I also want to lose the mom guilt that follows me (and most moms) around. I am doing the best I can, and that is all I can do. If I forget Riley’s snow pants, or I drink a whole bottle of wine on a Tuesday, and Bode projectile vomits in Costco once in a while, it is OK. It really is.
- Most of all, I just want to be happy, and try my best to make everyone I love happy too.
What it really comes down to is life is short. It is fragile. And, nothing is promised. Do what you love, do what makes you smile, snuggle your babies, be present, tell those that you hold near and dear that you love them, even on days that you don’t like them very much, and most of all, be happy. If what you are doing isn’t making you happy, stop. Don’t waste another moment. You are the only one that can make that change. Don’t wait. Do it.
I wish you all, a happy, healthy, and fulfilling 2017.