In Her Resolve

I love a fresh start. There is a cleansing quality that exists only in those first few days of January, allowing us to purge the sins of the past year and begin anew.

I believe that we are capable of change. Like the way a mother’s heart can expand with the arrival of each child; it doesn’t seem feasible, until it is.

Everyday there are a million reasons I cannot complete a task. Monday, unbeknownst to me, the mobile dog groomer returned our dog with a nail clipped down to the quick that proceeded to bleed all over carpets, couches, and clothes. I emerged from the baby’s room after putting Josephine down for a nap to the set of “Kill Bill”. Rage-steam cleaning took precedent over anything I had planned for myself. This is the cycle I feel trapped in as a mom: When all priority-roads lead back to my family, how can I achieve my personal goals in 2020?

My oldest daughter has taken up an interest in wanting to walk on the moon. We’ve explored the path to becoming an astronaut. Do I think this will be her ultimate career choice, I don’t know. But do I think she has the potential to one day travel to space, absolutely. Why would we teach our children they can be anything they want to be, if we don’t believe this for ourselves? I want to be a writer, so I will be one. I am becoming one.

My personal goals this year all revolve around Wit and Spit Up. I am taking the necessary steps towards building my brand and expanding my audience (hi Mom!). I’ve written out my SMART goals (Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic, and Timely) a skill gained through Fit4Mom Davis-Woodland and years of IEP writing for my students. Here is one of mine:

I will write at least one blog post a week over the next year.

Please tell a friend about Wit and Spit Up, share what moves you, and come back weekly to hold me accountable!

Here is a reminder I needed to hear exactly on this day, exactly at this moment: I am actually capable of anything, because I transformed myself from a woman into a mother. And I do mean transformed. I think back 10 years ago over what I believed to be hard, compared to what my body and my mind has endured now, and that’s how I know, our potential is limitless. I can still want things for myself, what’s good for me is good for my girls. A family’s road can be paved by individual achievements, a mother’s resolve, and hopefully less dog blood.