March 2011


Today I’m 30. 

Wow.

It’s funny–even though it’s a big year/momentous occasion/the start of a new decade to celebrate, all I can think about is my life at this time last year.  I was at full term with Donovan (then known as Jebediah), and was in the final preparations of welcoming our first baby. 

I posted this exactly one year ago today, not knowing that evening would be the beginning of a 32 hr labor, resulting in a c-section, and the start of a wonderfully rewarding journey with the best baby known to mankind.

Best baby known to mankind? 

Yup.  

And maybe because Sunday is Donovan’s first birthday (a big year/momentous occasion as well), I’ve been reflecting more on his life than my own.  He has only been a part of our lives for 12 months (externally, that is).  That’s not very long in the grand scheme of things and he has changed so much in that short amount of time.  Should I take more time to reflect on myself?  Most definitely.  I have an hour and a half massage this evening (a gift from Grant, thank you very much!) so if I don’t fall asleep, I’ll be sure to take that time for reflection.

The best birthday gift this year so far? A wonderful surprise.  A week or two ago, my dad decided he would come out to visit for Donovan’s first birthday party.  I have to admit, I was totally surprised he wanted to fly all the way out here for a long weekend just to celebrate with us, but I was happy to be able to see him nonetheless. Grant volunteered to pick him up from the airport and when they got home, I was helping them with their coats and starting to get settled when the doorbell rang.  I answered it and there was my mom!  My dad bought her a ticket!  I was so surprised and all I could keep saying was, “what are you doing here?! what are you DOING here?!?”  

Great start to my 30th year.   Donovan will be one.  Both my parents are here to celebrate both our birthdays.  I’m getting a massage.  Grant is taking me out to dinner while my parents baby-sit. 

This might be the beginning of a wonderful decade!  Dirty 30, here I come!!

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Sometimes I surprise myself.  My whole adult life, when thinking of one day having a baby of my very own to cuddle with, kiss, and gently nuzzle their sweet, squishy, delicious baby fat, I don’t think I would ever prefer to kiss the back of my son’s neck.  A boney part of the body, really.  With all that baby fat, I go for the neck?!?   

Yup. The back of his neck.  I love it. 

Rubbing his eyes after just waking up from a nap.  Sleepy baby.  Besides his neck, I’m loving his crazy hair right now.  It’s so soft and curly and wild.  And it’s growing funny–full on the top, really tight curls along the bottom, with a bald ring around the middle. 

Don’t get me wrong, this kid has a great face.  But the view of his back is my favorite.  Sounds weird, I know.

Speaking of happiness…. This girl has the right idea.  Maybe I should start doing this every morning!

What comes to your mind when you read the word “Happiness”? 

I immediately think of my son and how blessed my life is.  I have a wonderful husband who loves me to pieces, the most precious baby boy who is, unfortunately, growing up faster than I can believe, a great job, friends and family.  So how could things get any better? 

Maybe it’s the smaller things…This winter I became a member of a book club. My friend, Vivian, was part of a book club but it kind of fell apart.  They had to kick a woman out because she always got drunk at the meetings and I think it just wasn’t fun for Vivian anymore anyways, so she started her own.  This book, The Happiness Project, is our 3rd book.  From the very beginning, it caught my attention and got me thinking the same question the author asked herself when she started, “Am I happy?”  “What do I want from life?  To be happy.”  It became interesting to me trying to think of things that would make me happier, especially since I already feel happy 90% of the time.  The author decided to devote each month of the year to a new goal.  They are as follows:

  • January (Vitality): Boost Energy
  • February (Marriage): Love
  • March (Work): Aim Higher 
  • April (Parenthood): Lighten Up
  • May (Leisure): Be Serious About Play
  • June (Friendship): Make Time for Friends
  • July (Money): Buy Some Happiness
  • August (Eternity): Contemplate the Heavens
  • September (Books): Pursue a Passion
  • October (Mindfulness): Pay Attention
  • November (Attitude): Keep a Contented Heart
  • December (Happiness): Boot Camp Perfect

It’s not your normal list of resolutions, which is what was appealing about the whole thing.  So, naturally, I decided to try it out for a bit.  I decided I wasn’t going to go too overboard with the whole thing but to just start with a few of my own goals.  One I was able to apply to my life immediately–Put your folded, clean laundry away that day.  For some reason, I don’t mind doing laundry, but I hate putting it away.  Grant and I (but mostly me) are notorious for letting our clean, folded clothes sit in the basket for a week or until it’s time to do laundry again.  It’s ridiculous, really.  So on Sunday, we started our usual ritual of doing the laundry, but this time, I folded my clothes and took them straight to my closet and hung it all up.  And let me tell you, I felt so happy afterwards!  I felt such a sense of accomplishment, which is pretty funny when I think about it–that such a simple task could make me feel so good.  I love a clean, tidy house, but it’s hard for me to get psyched up to create a clean, tidy house.  By the time I get home from work, I just want to take a nap or play with Donovan–but the house, dinner, etc calls my name!  My second goal is about the frequency of “an activity,” (shall we say?) between me and Grant… and I think I might just leave it at that…

So those are the first couple of changes I am making for the month of March.  Like I said, I wanted to start with somewhat simple tasks at first.  Am I happier?  I’m not sure.  I’m certainly not unhappy.  Is it selfish to try to make myself happier?  Maybe partly, but not necessarily.  I think me being happy can translate into others being happy.  Take the laundry.  I know it makes Grant crazy when I just leave my clean clothes in the hamper, or tossed over the foot of the bed.  When I put my clothes away, not only do I feel good about my accomplishment and the fact that our room looks less cluttered, but I’m almost certain Grant appreciates my crap not being all over and out for him to see all the time, which in turn, makes him feel good.  Right? 

I’m anxious to come up with more goals throughout the year.  Unclutter will be my big one for April, but I may need your help in coming up with some others.  If you were to do this project yourself, what would you strive for?