For many people, New Year’s Eve is celebrated in style…fancy parties, gatherings, fireworks, with a billion other festive people in Times Square while the ball of 2,688 Waterford Crystal triangles drops to the wild countdown. It is punctuated with resolutions and promises and the hope of big, big changes in the coming year. Couples get engaged; babies are born; drama and excitement and cheers are everywhere. As a New Jersey native, living 10 minutes outside New York City…I thought there was no other way to “do” New Years Eve.
But this year…as New Years Eve came in on a whisper…everything changed.
The first moments of this new year was spent curled up with my three children. Arms and feet all entangled and wrapped up in a warm blanket we call “the bear” we snuggled and giggled and wished each other a happy new year. Then, my son just whispered “I love you” and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek. Quiet-like…and it was as if a magical moment was suspended, right there. And I thought…THIS…this is what it’s all about. This moment, this feeling.
Pure. Real. Love.
It’s not about all our resolutions and goals. It’s not about what we are going to DO…it’s about how we are going to BE. It doesn’t come to us in a loud crowd, in daily distractions, in large bangs of epiphanies.
It comes in a whisper.
I have no resolutions this year. I wore pajamas on new years eve and ate cheesy puffs and mini ice cream sandwiches with my children. We snuggled. We played Mastermind and “Mommy Monster” and hide and seek. We heard fireworks outside our house and ooooh’d and ahhhh’d but did not rush out to see them. We were happy right where we were.
This year I learned that life is not about how BIG we can make it and how much we can do with ourselves, our goals..even our dreams. I learned that it is about listening to the quiet and the whispers we so often miss as we rush through our daily lives. I learned that there will be some days where the biggest accomplishment was that we were just able to breathe through it…and that’s okay. Other days will be filled with some serious Wonder Woman ass-kicking accomplishments…and that’s okay also. Every day is an adventure…small or large.
But what matters most is not what has happened before, because nothing about the past can be changed, nor does the future matter because we have absolutely no idea how that is going to turn out, despite our best laid plans. All that matters is this moment…this feety pajama, ice cream coated, bear blanket, cuddled moment…with a whisper of “I love you” and a gentle kiss. What matters is what kind of person we are going to choose to be. How gently we are going to choose to live our lives; how kindly we are going to choose to treat others; how we accept change with grace; how we make up for our mistakes; how we sit with silence; how we love with all our hearts.
Wishing you all peace and happiness…and love. From our home to yours!