I decided weeks ago that my word for this year would be “intentional.”
It might be ridiculously overused; almost a buzz-word at this point, but it sums up exactly what I was needing–and aware I was needing–by the end of December.
My life was slowly veering into the “keeping up with the daily” that is so much of mom-ness, with lots of floating around in the in-between times; or, on other days, the pin-balling of incessant reacting. The day would end and I would realize that while things “got done,” nothing worthy was really accomplished.
I spent three days writing down every. single. thing I did during the day, and then sat down to figure out how to make things work better. I figured out where I had huge windows of time to play with, where things got complicated quickly, and saw clearly that sometimes things just happen: there really is a limit to any control we attempt. I wrote down the things I wanted to see in our home (among them more art, more read-alouds, more time outside when feasible) and began to lay out a new plan for our days.
The start of this year has been beginning to put that plan into place.
I started with a little bit of art time immediately after breakfast with my little. Sometimes big sister joins us, sometimes it’s just she and I. Cutting snowflakes, watercolor painting, play-doh…we’re open. Today art time looked like her snuggled up under the tablecloth-draped fort of a card table with a new stencil set from Gramma while I took down the Christmas tree, ornaments spread all over her “roof.”
That was an intentional decision, too: after planning on taking down the tree “on the 6th,” which I’d been stating for weeks, I realized the weather was not my friend in this endeavor. I want to take down a tree in full sunshine, not lose all our Christmas lights on a gray, rainy day. So I checked the weather and opted for today. Our big dog is curled up in a huge patch of sunshine that’s been blocked by the tree for a month and a half, happy as can be. (For that matter, so am I.)
I thought our read-aloud would be pegged onto our snack time, but it’s looking more like a breakfast thing at this point. I don’t care–it’s happening. I want a routine, and I know we’ll get there, but at least right now I can see it happening.
Outside time? Well….with the temperature here eventually warming up into the low 20’s, that hasn’t exactly been a priority. I’ve kept the birds (and squirrels…sigh) fed, and the birdbath filled, and that’s probably enough for now.
I guess, this year, I want to be “pursuing enough” of the right things.