For New Years, we had toyed with the idea of simply making out a list of resolutions and taping them to our fridge - that way we would be confronted with our "goals" anytime we wanted to eat or drink something. While contemplating what exactly my list would detail this year, I realized something about all the other years I've made resolutions.
Not only did I rarely follow through with them, but usually, the best things I ended up doing over the years were never things I initially set out to.
Take for instance getting married. Sure, I knew I wanted to get married, but it's not like I woke up on January 1, 2009, and decided I should get married that year.
And how about becoming a mom? I certainly didn't roll over in bed, look at my husband and tell him "we have to have a baby this year because it's on my resolution list."
What's the point in making a list when the majority of things on it are trivial anyhow. Most of the big moments, the one's that change your life forever, are rarely planned or placed on a list to complete in 365 days.
So when it comes to my New Years Resolution, I've decided one of two things must happen. I either need to quit making them or I need to start making them count.
I'm not going to "shed 30 pounds," "read one book a week" or "work out more," but instead focus on things that matter in my life.
I want to enjoy every minute with my daughter more - I want more patience. Instead of getting frustrated that she only took a 30-minute nap instead of her usual 90-minute one, I'll be thankful for the extra hour I get to see her experiment with life.
I want to quit stressing out over things I have no control over. When it comes work (or lack of work and fear of not being needed), softball lessons, family issues and pretty much every other detail of my life I choose to worry about before there's just cause, I need to just sit back and let things run their course.
For the last month I've been trying to figure out whether or not we'll have another baby in the future, whether we'd be able to squeeze another baby into the house we're renting (and absolutely love), when the right time for all this is and when to make the next move. Why am I worrying about things that might not even take place over the next year?
And when I'm not obsessing over a non-existent addition to our family, I'm usually contemplating the ways I'm ruining my daughter's life due to our lifestyle choices. In my heart do I believe we're hampering Pearyn's life in anyway by excluding animal products from it? No. But boy does public opinion have a way to make you question yourself day in and day out.
For both moral and health reasons I believe this is the best path for our family to follow, but having to hear from both acquaintances and complete strangers each day about how our choice to "impose" the vegan lifestyle on Pearyn is cruel and unusual punishment can really wear a person down. Are we doing anything different than every other parent does when they decide to feed their child a diet consisting of red meat and dairy? No. Perhaps ours isn't exactly the norm, but we're doing what every parent does at one point or another - making a decision on what we think is best for our family. Just because our decision is a little out of the ordinary does not mean it's not perfectly health or nourishing (and if the American Dietetic Association, American Academy of Pediatrics and Pearyn's doctor can all agree with and accept it, then that's good enough for this mom). Take a moment to read this before arguing ...