Happy New Year
Monday, December 31, 2007
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It’s 9am and I’m finishing my first of many cups of coffee for the day. The kids are playing and darting back and forth between their rooms as I type, whispering their plans and voicing their toys’ wishes to one another. They ate all of their breakfast without tears, and I am relieved that the morning was free of drama. I just got off the phone with my husband—it’s just after midnight in Korea, January 1, 2008. We are straddling the years between Oklahoma City and Osan this holiday, and it has not been easy. He called to wish me a happy new year, and we blew each other kisses over the phone lines. I gave the phone to Lauren to tell daddy ‘Happy New Year’ and she said ‘Hi Daddy, I’m sad that I broke my umbrella.’ Priorities are different when you are three.
Tomorrow is a new year and I resolve to let go of a little bit of that hard-driving Type-A persona that carried me through 2007 in a haze. There’s something to be said for slowing down to enjoy the moment, and that’s what I aim to do. Today is a day of introspection for me, because everything can be new tomorrow.