This year, I, Lisa Maria, resolve to love more, give more (especially to myself), be more awake, patient and kind. I resolve to keep my car clean and go to bed on time. I resolve to be punctual 90% of the time (trying to be realistic). I better stop there, because I can feel myself getting on a perfection roll, and that’s just not good.
I can try to remember that we’re all doing the best we can, and that even though we don’t really like how other people do things some (or all) of the time, that I’m not perfect either.
Last night our down home New Year’s Eve was quite a success, but not at first. My daughter seems to not like how I do things very much these days, and I have to say that I feel kind of the same way about her. I was irritated at the dynamic between us. So I snapped at her in front of her friends–twice–for minor infractions that were inflated due to their numerous repetition. Yuck.
But I can let her off the hook and best of all, I can let myself off the hook. We’re all like children in these adult bodies, flailing around with our hopes, our fears, our internal conditioning. And sometimes we just can’t seem to get it right. One thing I do know, is that I was a sober, present mom last night. No strange men, no violence, no injuries, bruises or bullying.
We made Treasure Collages for what we intend to create in 2008 and toasted each other with sparkling apple juice from Trader Joe’s. We danced to George Harrison, Nelly Furtado, Gwen Stefani, Black-Eyed Peas and Rihanna, and they were kind enough to not make fun of me too much. We got to count down to 2008 all piled on my bed in pajamas, talking about boys and braiding hair.
Best part?
No hangover…
