Happy Freakin' New Year.

I am so glad that the holidays are over. I swear, if I have to look at one more ribbon or bow, I’ll hang myself with it. Now we can move on to bigger and better things, like the New Year, and what my resolution will be. I put a lot of thought into my New Year's resolutions. I don’t do lame ones that are destined to fail, like eat less sugar or clean out my closet. Instead, I try to find some behavior that is bringing me down somehow, and I resolve to change it. This year I’ve got a doozy. My resolution for 2009 is to pretend that I am twenty years older, and that I have been given a chance to go back in time and relive this period of my life. It’s a mouthful, I know. Eat less sugar would have been so much simpler. Obviously, I’m not doing so well with my 2007 New Years resolution, which was to try not to make things more complicated than they need to be.

But really, I think I’m on to something with this one. In twenty years, I’ll be fifty-five. My kids will be twenty-two and twenty-four. My husband will be fifty-four. If fifty-five year old me could go back and be thirty-five year old me again, I think that fifty-five year old me would a) be really psyched to not have so many wrinkles, and b) do some things a little differently. For example: my son is two years old. He whines a lot, and he’s going through a super clingy phase. He always wants me to pick him up, he’ll only let me put him to bed, and I can’t escape his room without a minimum of forty hugs before he’ll lie down in his crib. Now, this stuff drives me insane, especially when I’m starving and want to eat dinner and he’s yelling for me to come back into his room to give him his forty seventh hug, or when I’m trying to talk on the phone to my editor and he’s crying and screaming, “Uppy, mommy, uppy,” at the top of his lungs. But then I think about fifty-five year old me. Fifty-five year old me would probably kill for the chance to pick up her son (who, let’s not forget, is now twenty-two), and have him wrap his arms around her neck and squeeze her so hard that she very nearly loses consciousness. Hell, with the way my back feels these days, fifty-five year old me would probably just be thrilled to not be an invalid anymore. And you see, when you think about it that way, you can’t help but be less annoyed by the kid, and more appreciative of just how sweet it is to have a little person love you so much that he just wants to be close to your face, even if it is at a particularly inconvenient time.

mommynocon
12.30.08

Hear! Hear! I was just telling my husband the other day that we really, REALLY need to work on the yelling in our house (reducing it, that is). It's along the same line as you, Risa. Do I want to look back in 20 years and remember that we seemed to yell way too much? I'm going to start relaxing in the moment. I want those little hugs to be the things that stand out in my memory. That, and the sexy husband too.

tbantau
12.30.08

I LOVE this...I copied and sent it to all my friends, even the men, they need this too!

boatbride
12.30.08

An excellent idea. We never seem to have the time to pause and appreciate what we have - but thinking about how we will miss it does help. Older me is also telling me to keep in shape - in case my kids make her wait as long as I made my mother wait for grandchildren!

cmleclerc
12.30.08

Wow, this is the best idea for a New Year's resolution I have ever read. I don't usually take the time out of my life to comment on these articles, I usually just read, digest, and move on. This time, however, I have to take a minute to thank you for this one. Its so easy to wish away the stressful, annoying, and chaotic moments in life, but when it comes right down to it, we really should be more careful what we wish away, we certainly won't ever get a second time around! Thank you for this beautiful idea!

candaceblu
12.30.08

This really hits home,I love your idea and am following your lead, thank you!

queenbee88
12.30.08

6 weeks into having my second kid, being sleep deprived, having mastitis on Christmas and not even being able to consider sex with my spouse I really needed to read this piece. Thank you Risa! I'm going to put a link to it on my own blog. It makes me totally re-evaluate how I look at the everyday.