I seemed to have a difficult time making up a Christmas list this year. I had requested a couple of books (Humans of New York and one with close-up snowflake photography by Kenneth Libbrecht and Patricia Rasmussen) and nice white binders for my recipe collection (I know you are jealous! But, seriously, I love them). I remembered that my one pepper mill was broken, and there was a small charm I wanted. But beyond that, I didn’t have a grand wish list, which was beginning to annoy friends and family.
I’ve done a better job, I think, of letting myself get the inexpensive things that either I need or that would make me happy throughout the year. The cheap extra pair of sunglasses I keep in the car or my purse, so if I’m foggy and light sensitive I do not break down sobbing over misplacing the only pair I have. One extra pair of jeans, so that if laundry day is late I’m not faced with only having a dirty or chalk-covered pants to wear. A song I like downloaded on a whim. A treat purchased because I would like a treat. I don’t have the same backlog of needs or wants that I used to, and I hope do not take that for granted. I am very lucky.
The other issue is, really, that most things I want cannot be bought or given. I really am not trying to be coy or philosophical here, expounding on the important things money can’t buy. In totally literal terms, I want dairy-free candy. Dairy-free candy is really hard to come by.
This note was even in my stocking at my parents’ house:
I assured Santa that the IOU was totally not necessary, and on my end I took the time to make a ton of dairy-free Christmas cookies.
But the other things I want, no one else can get for me. If I want to feel reasonably healthy, I am the one who needs to exercise and go to bed on time. If I want to feel sane and calm I am the one who has to reflect and journal and type and prioritize and set boundaries. I get enormous amounts of love and support from my husband and kids and family to make those goals a reality, but they cannot do those things for me. So as Christmas approached my resolution list grew much faster than my gift list. Here are a few:
My Resolutions for 2015
- Remember that an hour spent away from the kids to exercise is better than being mentally and physically checked out for a whole day.
- Try not to talk about my physical symptoms so much in front of the kids. My oldest now tells us about every tiny paper cut, abrasion or hangnail he has all day long. I suspect that he sees griping about aches and pains as a way Mommy gets attention, and is replicating it. I don’t want that to be my only narrative, and I don’t want him to become a hypochondriac.
- Be ready to take a good hard look at why the house is constantly messy. Be ready for some hard realizations about myself and how I operate, and what I model. When I spent all my time cleaning, before, I was able to have a clean home. I don’t have time for that anymore, and need to look at not making the mess in the first place. I don’t know yet how to do that.
- Be brave enough to admit that I do not know how to do my hair or make-up. I probably should have learned at 14, but I didn’t, so here I am twenty-some-odd-years later wanting to figure it out and knowing I’ll endure all those teenage mistakes in front of other moms at drop-off and pick-up. I would like to look more polished on occasion.
- Eat less fried food. I like fried food.
- Remember to be me.
- Eat more vegetables. More vegetables that are not fried. See #5.
- Teach my kids about religion. My goal for next Christmas is to not be sitting in a booth at Steak ‘n’ Shake in December with my five-year-old asking, “So, who is Jesus again?” They should know, they should know the religions that shaped the world, they should know why people believe and what they believe.
- Watch more movies, listen to more music.
- Make and eat pecan pie before 2015 is out. I did not make myself dairy-free pecan pie this Thanksgiving, and I regret it.
- Make sure I tell the people I love that I love them more often.
The things I want most have to come from some action on my part, which is exhausting. But it also makes me realize how much power I have to shape my own life, for better or worse all year long.