2012 was the best year of my life (giving birth? yeah, I rocked that). 2013 gave it some good competition (published, times two, thanks very much). 2014, what are you all about? Well, I’m giving you a theme.
Background info: I read a post over at my friend Diana Stone’s blog about how she had chosen her “word” for the year. I had heard of this idea, before, but not until it seemed a little late. The idea is really that either instead of or in addition to resolutions, you meditate on an idea for the year. A sort of theme. I didn’t want to force it, but when a word came to me, I grabbed it.
These past two years have been so much about STUFF–doing stuff, packing stuff, moving it, unpacking it, organizing it, cleaning it. Well, the baby, his stuff (babies come with so much STUFF in our culture!) and my work, both in writing and in HypnoBirthing, have arrived. It’s time to simplify. There is so much great groundwork, here, in our home, and I don’t want to lose all the work we did with the professional organizers. I have some ideas. But as this mothering thing, and my TWO other careers, get going, and Nathan gets down to writing his dissertation, I want to make sure that we keep life as simple as possible. I am looking around at my desk right now, and there is mess. I’ll write more about what I plan to do about it, but today, here is my plan for what I will NOT do: beat myself up. Thinking of all the ways I suck and could and should do better? Not simple. Comparing myself to other moms? Not simple. I am not just saying what I am about to say to sell more books, even though selling more books would be nice:
The other essays in The Good Mother Myth are keeping me on track, with the comparison thing, and keeping me focused on MY family, MY motherhood and MY life. In fact, my dear friend known online as Jane, gave away a copy she purchased, because this book has been so good for us. We are calling it “the book cure.” Anxious about mothering? There’s a mom whose story will make you feel like you are doing ok. Not by comparison, but because honesty fills these pages. You can’t read honest writing about motherhood, the nitty gritty parts of motherhood, without realizing that your own internal monologue about The Shoulds is all made-up nonsense. These poem/song that goes with my word is an American song, very old, rumored to be Amish in origin.