New Year’s Resolutions

Happy New Year.  2012  – a time for new beginnings.

Janus was the Roman god of doors, gates, beginnings, and endings.  (Yes, the old Latin teacher speaks.)  He was pictured with two faces – one looking forward and the other looking back.  The month of January was, of course, named for Janus.

Do you make New Year’s resolutions?  Each January we hear on the news about the number of folks who have resolved to lose weight or get into shape.  Health club enrollments increase; however, by February often those resolutions are just distant memories.

We are told that New Year’s resolutions should be SMART – Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Timely.  It is suggested that when you have decided upon your resolutions, tell people about your resolutions.  This makes you accountable and gives you a support system.

I have tried writing New Year’s resolutions, but they were not SMART ones.  Usually I wrote them down, and then I could not find the list of resolutions – until sometime in February or March when I cleaned off the top of my desk.

Perhaps this year I’ll resolve to make some resolutions – SMART ones.

I did make a resolution 9+ years ago.  This resolution was not made in January, but rather in August.  I have been very steadfast in keeping that resolution.

9+ years ago my granddaughter who lives 3 hours away was born.  When I was introduced to her, I knew that I wanted to see her sit up, stand up, take her first steps, and say her first words.  I wanted to get down on the floor and play with her.  That day I resolved that once a month I would see this sweetie – either by driving over  the river to her house or having her and her family visit my house.  Now 9 years later we still do this.  There have been few  months that we did not get together.  Weather and illness were the only acceptable excuses for missing a visit.

I was a “boy mom.”  I played wiffle ball and tossed the football around in the back yard with my sons.  As a child, dolls were not a favorite toy of mine so I needed help.  There were no Barbies or Polly Pockets when I was young.

This granddaughter gave me monthly lessons on how to play with girls.  My granddaughter was my mentor.  She showed me how to pick out dresses for her Barbies and how to dress Polly Pockets.  (I really didn’t like to dress Polly Pockets.  Their clothes were so tiny, and my hands were so big and clumsy.)

While her family was sleeping in on a Sunday morning,  she would get up early and we would get out her dolls and dress them for the ball – all of them.  Then there would be the parade of “girls” going to the ball.

After the ball it was time to take all the dolls back to their homes and get them ready to go to the beach. Change the clothes.  After fun at the beach, often another ball followed.  She was tireless playing with the dolls.  I hung in there and followed her lead.

My granddaughter had a wardrobe of princess frocks.  A visit to her house meant that we would play Cinderella at the ball.  She would dress up and pretend she was dancing with Prince Charming.  I would make the clock strike midnight with 12 dong, dong, dongs.

 

She would run from the room losing her glass slipper.  I was then cast  as  Prince Charming.  With the lost slipper in hand I would try it on all the real and pretend people in the house until I found the foot that fit the glass slipper.  Cinderella always smiled knowing she would now be a princess.

And then we would do it all over again.

This was good training.  I was prepared to play with my grandaughter who lives 20 minutes away and was born 2 years later.  Dressing the dolls and trying on Cinderella’s slipper were second nature to me then.

That resolution, although not a New Year’s resolution, was SMART, in more ways than one.

Thank you for stopping by Grandma in the Mailbox.  I hope that you stop back again to visit.

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