I want to be happy today. I want to live my life as if I did it on purpose rather than just letting things happen to me. I'm learning more and more as I get older that there are some dormant fears and doubts that I haven't completely shaken yet. But this year, I am going to fight back. I am going to learn how to be happy and just let myself
be for once. I have set a few small goals for the year and I will probably fail at each of them at least once, but I'm not a quitter. I'm not weak or sickly. I'm not passive or embarrassed. That's not me. So in 2011, I'm going to figure out how I can just be me... Wife, Mother, Latter-Day Saint, Daughter, Sister, Singer, Artist, Designer, Intellectual (in my own way), Breadwinner (as much as I need to be), Athlete (once upon a time), and Homemaker. Quite the juggling act, but I'm going to be happy with the efforts I make and the progress I achieve. I don't have to be ALL of those EVERY MINUTE OF THE DAY. I can choose not to be overwhelmed.
With this blog I've put this silly pressure on myself where I've felt the need to document every detail of my life. Well, I'm not going to do that. I might share an occasional picture, but most of the time I probably won't. I just need to write again. I need to reflect on moments that are important to me in my life that I don't want to forget (and that I haven't documented elsewhere). It's so important for us to take time and reflect on our actions, choices, thoughts, reactions, etc. I can't even count how many times I've gone back to read my old journal or blog entries to find myself learning something all over again... from myself. I blog so I will remember. I blog so that if I forget, I'll have something to help me remember.
That being said, I wanted to share a little story from about a month or so ago.
Luke, Adelle and I went to a Mexican restaurant here in town for dinner and we were having a nice evening. At the end of our meal, the waiter came over with a helium balloon that perfectly matched Adelle's pink and blue striped sweater (pink balloon with a blue string). When she realized he was giving her that balloon, her whole face just lit up as if she was about to eat a whole cupcake (she LOVES cupcakes). She grabbed the balloon quickly and while she was admiring it, Luke reached over to tie it onto her wrist (the ceilings were pretty high, so if she let go it would be too high for us to reach it for her). Adelle of course thought her mean old daddy was trying to take the balloon from her and wouldn't let him get it, so he gave up and just let her hold it and play with it for a while. I say a while, but really about 20 seconds later, there went the balloon straight up to the ceiling. She was immediately devastated, watching it hang right above her head out of reach, and we were just trying to explain to her that it was too high and we were sorry but it was gone. So, we finally decided to just get out of there so she would stop looking at it and being so upset. As we were helping Adelle put her coat on, a little girl about 4 or 5 years old came over and approached Luke, saying "I noticed that she lost her balloon. Can I give her mine?" She handed Adelle the balloon and just smiled. I said to her how thoughtful and kind it was for her to give up her own balloon and told her that we would remember this for a long time. So we took our time leaving and as we walked out, we just kind of mouthed "thank you" to the little girl's parents. Her mom told us, "she just wanted to do it..." So, by the time we got to the parking lot, we had an extremely happy child with a balloon tied TIGHTLY to the belt loop of her jeans. Luke and I were still just kind of taking in what had just happened, while Adelle kept saying "I got a balloon!". We were on our way to another store when we hear a loud "POP!" in the backseat directly followed by "AH MAN!!!" This time it wasn't nearly as devastating because she couldn't see the balloon anymore... she just said "it's gone!" a couple of times and was over it. We had a few more errands to run and at the last stop of our night, we were waiting to check out, when the cashier says, "Does she want a balloon?" After everything that happened that night, Adelle still made it home with a balloon.
I'm not sure what the moral of that story is. It makes me think about a lot of different things... I just didn't want to forget it.