My kids and I have been discussing the resolutions we want to make. I think goals are a good idea. I think that reviewing where you are and thinking about ways you’d like to change or improve can only be a good thing. We take the whole first week of the New Year to think about it since being on time or being prepared has never been a resolution.
So my Sam says, “I want a revolution too.”
“That’s ‘resolution’ little guy, but I like your spirit.”
“I want my revolution to be eating more dessert and less school. I like school, but I don’t want to go to school.”
Which makes perfect sense to me. For my part I’m going to try embracing holidays. I really do hate them. The older I get, the more cynical I become, every single holiday feels like an orchestrated event to get us to spend money and buy advertising space and humiliate ourselves trying to sing unsingable songs. And with small children, the holidays cannot be dodged. The decorating, the obligatory gift giving and card sending . . . it all makes me crazy. Crazy with exhaustion and that feeling that I’ll never get a grip on it. I’m always behind.
So this year, I’m getting in front of the holidays. Every month there is some opportunity, and we are going to celebrate. We are going to celebrate every damn holiday if it kills me. We are going to have fun dammit. That means decorating, a small gift exchange, food and some social activity for the whole family. I will even hang the appropriate flag outside our front door as evidence of my holiday spirit. Ugh.
Which brings me to the first holiday. Martin Luther King Day. What on earth does one do for this holiday? I’m being challenged right out of the gate. How do you decorate to integrate? Is there equality food? What does a freedom gift exchange look like? All I can think of is that we each take a portion of King’s great speeches and read them aloud. And while that might sound educational and beautiful, come on, it’s lame! My resolve is being tested only two weeks into the New Year.
I won’t be tripped up though. I’ve got the glow of a New Year’s Resolution all over me and I will not fail. I’ll probably lose that last ten pounds by then too. Who am I kidding?