My Major New Year's Resolution

I’ve been reading a lot of articles lately advising how to make a good New Year’s resolution list:  what works and what doesn’t, what will last and what won’t.

Personally, I know losing weight isn’t an achievable resolution for me (I like carbs way too much for that). Praying my husband puts his laundry away is just that, a prayer. And wishing I stay calm during my toddler's tantrums feels, well, impossible.

But one sentence in an article I read really resonated with me. During this season of commitments for the future, I’m going to try to not confuse the minor stuff with the major stuff.

As a youngish parent living in a world filled with social media, online marketing, and way too much picture sharing, I inevitably put too much focus on the minor stuff: Pinterest-worthy 2nd birthday parties, dinner plates with 4 out of the 6 (are there even 6?) food groups, preplanned play dates, unlimited weekend activities.

The list of things I conjure up in my mind as important is endless. As a working mom who misses a lot of my daughter’s day because I’m at work, it is hard for me not to get caught up in these little details; the ones we think deserve a social media post or picture, the ones we think our kids will find special and hopefully make up for the fact that we were somewhat absent for the prior 9 hours of the day.

But what the article explained and really hit home as I start 2019 off on a clean slate is that these aren’t the “things” that make a child/parent relationship special.

Our children aren’t going to grow up and remember that their 2nd birthday party had the coolest party favors since sliced bread. Our children won’t remember that we fed them homemade, well-balanced meals every night of the week. And our children won’t remember that they wore the “most popular” brand of pajamas to sleep at 6 months old.

What our kids will remember, however, is the major stuff: that we loved them unconditionally, no matter how much they ate or how little they slept. Our kids will remember that we played with them, phone free, imagining with them and allowing them to lead us into their world, even if just for a few minutes.

Our kids won’t remember a lot of things, but I hope my daughter remembers that she changed mine and her dad's life for the better. And that every minute (well, almost) that we got to spend with her was time that neither of us would change.

So, cheers to 2019, my fellow working moms! Here’s to looking forward to a year of health, happiness and making major memories with my family, friends and those I love most.