The List

I used to start out a new year by looking at the prior year’s bucket list, crossing things off and adding new ideas. It has probably been over a decade now since I’ve given this activity a shot and I find myself itching to make some changes or try something new– more than ever before.

I started my latest list yesterday and it’s interesting to find myself jotting down some things that I know were on my list all those years ago. It’s likely that I have also crossed a whole bunch of things off but I have so far unfortunately been unable to track down what would have been my most recent one given the demise of Facebook notes. So here I am, starting new.

This all started early this week when I found myself contemplating ideas for entirely new hobbies that I could potentially try out. To be honest, this is a drive that I have not felt in years. Am I going through a crisis? This is something that I began to wonder as I was writing down ideas such as– learning to play guitar (used to be on the old bucket list).. or maybe piano since our son is asking for a keyboard. The last time I felt this way was at 25 when I looked around and realized I was not even close to where I wanted to be in life when it came to work, home, my personal life– all of it. I will turn 38 later this year and I can at least say that my view is much different now. I am exactly where I want and need to be in work and at home. I have my own little family and a very good life where we are comfortable, and I have more of the means to actually try new things.

When I looked ahead at my ideas (some of them grand) all of those years ago, I felt uncertainty and unsure of how to get there. Today, I feel excitement and okay that some of these goals are within view while others may be far up ahead just yet. A few of these can and will be crossed off this year and I can’t wait to dive in!

The less I understand her..

One of my favorite things about mornings is packing his lunch for the day.

The more time that I give to my son, the less I understand her. I just saw a video on this topic but in the opposite breadth– understanding a mother’s love as you yourself become one. My mom was so often annoyed by hugs, wouldn’t keep me home with her even on the one occasion that I cried for it (she was stay at home but we went to the babysitter every day while my dad worked), and used being her daughter- or rather not getting to be her daughter– as a form of punishment. It’s kind of crazy to think about now, as I continue this dive into what it is now to be a mother to my own son. I’m actually blown away by how quicky those memories and normalcies for me at that time all feel so foreign and unbelievable now. There is no stronger, no bigger, no more beautiful a love and I am embracing it with everything I have until that inevitable day when I am no longer the coolest and bestest in his world. He will always be in mine.