Imagine we did not run our world by a calendar year? The party, the countdown, once so much fun means little to me now. However, the milestones in the passing of time such as new year, become more important as a parent. Children love a day, an event, a tradition. I never expected that so much. I now mark everything. I decorate for Easter. Gigi has requested a pumpkin pie for next Halloween. We make gingerbread on Christmas eve. Children make these events that became tired in my twenties more shiny. More relevant.
Today I know that I am one hundred percent happier than last NYE. Twelve months ago, I had a vertigo spell that ruined week two of Christmas and this year I can happily walk about without head spins.
Teachers have two new years. Term ending and a new one starting is a whole different type of new year. This school year started a new chapter in my school. Getting used to work without a colleague I always had as a friend was (and is) hard. We have stayed in touch however. My classes have been interesting groups with something new to deal with every day. This is why I teach.
Parenting is a constant game changer. This year Gigi started school. This was an emotional sand dune buggy trip for us all. Summer was spent worrying.
Oh boy, can I worry.
September was auto pilot.
October brought sickness and crisis points.
Days were long. Term was painful. Work became thief of my time with my children. Christmas holidays appeared like flashlight in a medieval cavern. We had made it.
Teachers have the good holidays- this is true. This year I have never been more grateful.
Books are back in my life. Parenting makes us prioritise. Books make the shortlist and an easy prediction as finalist. I have spent time with friends and got to attend the All Ireland Drama festival which I love. There has been family meals, movies, walks, heatwaves, storms and snow. 2018 handed us everything yet today we have mild weather. Calm. Hopefully a sign for the coming year.
I hope Gigi is happy in the next half of her Junior Infants year. I hope Betsy continues to love her preschool and I am grateful that we are confirmed that she can attend next year. I hope the farm is successful. I hope I teach my students properly and they get something from my part in their education.
I hope for good health for both of our parents, mine and Mr Paper’s. I look forward to the books to come. More laughs and fielding the questions children ask.
Why doesn’t Sugar have puppies in her belly?
Why can’t you cut off all my curls and give me straight hair?
Why is the baby Jesus a boy?
And the one that nearly killed me.
Why have I no friends?
I am constantly reminding myself that ‘friends’ at four years old means something else. One playtime alone does not mean even a week of playtimes in solitude. Her teacher tells me she plays with lots of people. She seems happy. This question, put to me in November, was proof I have a heart and that it can be broken. I would choose ten hours more of labour pain rather than have Gigi feel she needs ask it again.
2018 had challenges and it also gave us magic. We had holidays, trips, belly laughs and plenty of family time. We had the drama of early mornings, guilt trips, illness and the powerlessness moments of parenting. Nothing that we did not handle.
We were very lucky all year.
So happy New Year to you and yours- may 2019 be a year of happiness and joy in life. I may not drink champagne, wear silver and dance the night away. We may not toot party horns and hug strangers. We definitely will not make it to midnight. Parenting has made us mild in our lifestyle just like the weather outside. A Mild New Year- and the best one I could imagine.
I have selected a few posts from the year past if you so fancy a peek in to my past. Happy New Year to each and every one of you and see you in 2019.