It doesn’t feel like New Year’s Eve.
Something is off and I’m not quite sure what. Maybe it’s the remnants of the flu or this nasty winter weather but my energy level has been much lower than normal. Perhaps I’m burnt out? It’s a very real possibility. I work like a mad woman.
If I’m not doing one thing, it’s another.
It starts every morning at 7:30 a.m. when Benjamin wakes up and it doesn’t end until 8:30 p.m. when I knock him out put him to bed. Goes a little something like this. Wake up. Get ready. Day care drop off. Work. Day care pick up. Dinner. Play time. Book time. Bed time. Blog time. Do over.
But in every single day – without fail – miraculous little happenings are sprinkled all over the place. New words, marvelous little creations, the sweet sound of him munching on his food, the hugs, the kisses and the “I love you too”s. And even in the worst moments, the times when I think I can’t take another second, all of those little happenings are on call because children have an endless supply of them.
All you have to do is ask for one.
How exactly do they do that? They’re all so perfectly remarkable.
Mine will turn three In 2009.
I can’t even begin to imagine how he’ll change this year, what he’ll teach me and show me. And as for me, I’m sure I’ll be changing as well. The moment we cease to change is the moment we stop living. That’s a quote from some philosopher or famous person – not quite sure who. But it’s so true.
Whatever happens I’m sure you’ll be hearing about it – because I love you. Each and every one of you. I just wish I knew who you were or why you read my blog. Hence…
My New Year’s wish! Tell me who you are.
I want to “meet” as many of you as I can. So leave a comment and introduce yourself. Please, dear lurkers, please come out of the closet. You can leave a comment anonymously. I promise I won’t bite.
If there’s anything you want me to write more about, let me know… give me some ideas for posts or just say “hi”. I don’t care what you do just let me know you are real humans.
I’ll be staying in on New Year’s Eve to rest up for a road trip to Chicago on New Year’s Day. Benjamin will be at his fathers and that should give me the 36 hours I need to make the trip there and back. I know, I’m crazy.
But there are some single parents there I absolutely have to meet. I’ll tell you who they are when I get back.
[Photo: Norman Rockwell’s New Year’s Eve]
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