Embrace Your Journey
Every time you start scrolling social media right now, everyone you know and everyone you don’t know is posting about their new and improved selves with the hashtag #Newyearnewyou. In 2 weeks, most of those posts disappear as people revert back to old habits and ways of life.
I have never been one to make a resolution or even set an actual goal for the New Year. It’s too much pressure and makes me feel like I failed at something in the past year. I’m all about that 80/20 lifestyle and work hard at maintaining that throughout the year.
However, this year, I was encouraged through one of my favorite moms groups to come up with a word for the year. I had never done this and was skeptical of the idea. As I though more about it- I decided to go for it. My word is EMBRACE. This takes on a lot of meaning for me. I want to try and embrace this season of life and motherhood this year instead of worrying about the future too much. I want to embrace the chaos, the love, the mess, the lack of sleep, the moments with my husband, the never ending to do lists, the tantrums (that will be a tough one!), the trips we take, and the little moments.
Each few months, we enter a new season of motherhood. There are new worries, fears, joys, and moments of amazement. A new journey begins as your child starts to sit up, when your child starts to eat real food, when they start to crawl, when they start talking and walking, when they start preschool, when they have their first swim lesson without you, the list goes on. Each of these milestones creates an opportunity for moms to start new. These developmental milestones are so focused on our kids, but they are just as exciting for moms. Each new season gives us the chance to embrace the moments and the changes and the chance to cherish the new beginnings and give ourselves grace. We have been given the privilege and responsibility of being moms and we can choose how to handle each new season.
This year, I’m not setting out to create a “new me”. I’m not setting unrealistic expectations for myself only to dwell on my lack of success because working out at 5 am everyday with two toddlers and a husband who travels will never happen for more than 1 week at best. Instead, I will embrace the progress of my son in speech therapy instead of compare him to his sister and other kids his age. I will embrace my 3 year old’s fierce independence and strong will instead of letting my frustration take over. I will embrace my 2 year old’s snuggles when he wakes up screaming 30 minutes into naptime because his molars are cutting, because I know full well there will be a day he won’t even want me to come in his room. I will embrace my daughter’s need to change her clothes 17 times a day as she performs shows and becomes different princesses and superheros and insist all those clothes go In the hamper to be washed after 38 seconds of wear because doing laundry 24/7 isn’t so bad and watching her imagination flourish is amazing! This year, I will pause and really think about my reactions to my kids. I will take a deep breath (or 5) and embrace this season of life with a 2 and 3 year old. It’s hard. It’s messy. It’s fun. It’s memorable. It’s chaos. It’s exhausting. It’s amazing. It’s my journey. This is my new beginning in my current season of motherhood.