A new year. A new me? I wonder at setting the same goals every year, and then setting them aside as reality rudely intrudes. I think I will set better goals this year, more in-tune with my line of work.
- I will try to love my husband more.
- I will try to love my children more, especially when they are irksome.
- I will try to learn the lesson of the lost voice this December, and yell less.
- I will try to do one more thing that is good for me, my kids, my husband, or my house or all of them, than I really want to.
- I will try to want to be better.
I scrub my house, and do the laundry, and I wonder. Is that which I do menial, or meaningful?
Is this small corner of the world important? Will it ever matter that I made the floor clean and the shirt pressed?
I heard a quote on Akeelah and the bee – but they did not quote the whole thing. I just looked it up.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?"
But this quote gives no reason we should be powerful. In fact Akeelah’s quote makes me despair of being brilliant, gorgeous, talented or fabulous through the spit-up on my shoulder.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” -Marianne Williamson
The real quote is more inspiring. As a child of God, I am transformed. The spit-up is the wonderful consequence of being a mother to another child of God. And THAT is important. Who else can love this child here, for Him? Who else can do the arduous task of caring for him, for Him?
