I'm not a big fan of making New Year's resolutions. I suspect
this is because I know I'm a slacker - and won't keep them. But
when it comes to mothering my kids, I have a far easier time
imagining that I'll actually follow through.
1) For starters, I resolve to get
my kids to write their Christmas thank you cards before Easter,
this year. Really.
2) I resolve to finally pull
out my sewing machine and teach them how to sew. I've made a couple
of quilts, for others, but never got around to sewing them for my
own family. After several moves and several years, I'm still
hanging on to the bolt of beautiful fabric I bought when I was
pregnant with Holly, and she's nearly ten. Maybe this will be the
3) I also resolve to follow
through on one of my rules about Noah's cell phone: He's got to
hand it over at bedtime. He's not a big phone junkie, yet - which
is probably why I've been a slacker in this area - but I imagine
it's only a matter of time. If I'd had one when I was an
adolescent, I'm pretty sure I'd have tried to get away with staying
up all night chatting with my friends and boyfriends.
4) I resolve to unplug a little
more often and be more deliberate about tuning in to my kids. You
know, stop, drop and roll with it, if you will. More snowmen, more
tickle fights and more Boggle. (But do I have to let them win?)
5) I resolve to never say yes to
another pet - at least until one of them dies. For Pete's sake,
we're already outnumbered here, two to one. Eight is enough
6) I resolve to stop shopping for
a piano and finally buy one. A used upright, if anybody cares. Our
last piano, an old yard-sale bargain, didn't survive the cut on our
big move from Maine to Chicagoland - literally. I lost the little
slip of paper on which I'd written the phone number for the piano
mover who got it into the house in the first place and the buyers
didn't want it. No other mover could figure out how to finesse it
through our antique home's narrow doorways, so our realtor's hubby
got it out with an axe. It wasn't pretty.
7) I resolve to swear less - at
least in front of the kids.
8) I resolve to floss more. In
front of the kids.
9) I resolve to do better at
keeping up with the laundry. I've brainwashed my children into
thinking that wearing mismatched socks is a form of civil
disobedience, a sort of badge of honor for the independent spirit.
You know, the non-conformist. I'm glad they've developed flexible,
tolerant natures, but really, I should be ashamed of myself.
10) If I don't get around to doing number nine, I
resolve to make my kids do their own laundry. Yeah, this one I'll
Jennifer DuBose, M.S., C.A.S., is a licensed marriage and family therapist in private practice in Batavia.
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