2014 was probably one of the quickest years of my life. I feel like I was sitting here, in this very spot, at this time last year. Only it feels like that was last week.
I haven’t had a lot of time lately to reflect upon my year or to think about the year to come. I’m not really one for New Year’s resolutions anyway. But, I don’t need to think very hard to know that 2014 was a really good year. One of the best, in fact.
January and February were a bit tough, with bad weather, finishing up work and wondering when Baby Bo would choose to make his entrance. Those months were also memorable, though, because they were our last months as parents of one. We did some special things with Littleman before he became a big brother and his world was completely turned upside down.
When March came around and Bo still wasn’t here, I started to get anxious. Then, on March 6, he arrived, our sweet little babe.
My mom and I were talking this morning about how, when you’re pregnant with your second child, you wonder how on earth you could possibly love another human as much as you love your first child. But then that child arrives and your heart grows, making plenty of room for all the love that rushes through you. (OK, that sounds cheesy, but I swear, I just really, really love these two kids!)
The rest of March was blur of cracked nipples, infection, illness and sleep deprivation. It kind of sucked.
After that, though, we hit our groove. The weather warmed up. Littleman loved his brother. Bo was a happy kid. I went for walks. I started exercise class. I spent time with friends who were also on maternity leave. We hung out at the farm with my family and my baby niece. I taught myself to run and did a 5K.
Sure there were some blips this year, but mostly, I’ve loved every second of my maternity leave. Knowing that it will be my last, I’ve tried to savour every bit of it. Looking back, I feel lucky to have had such a great experience this year. I also feel a bit sad that all the things I was looking forward to are over. I know there will be lots of other good times ahead, but it will be hard to top a year like this one, where we welcomed our lovely Bo and watched our Littleman grow into a smart and strong almost-four-year-old.
I know lots of people are looking forward to a new year, with its promises of a fresh start and new opportunities. Me? I’m kind of dreading it. I have two months of maternity leave left before Bo starts daycare and I return to work. It’s going to be tough and I know it’s going to test my ability to stay positive.
So, in the absence of New Year’s resolutions (which I hate), I think I will set myself a couple of goals this year: try to stay positive (or at least limit the negativity!) and find some time to do some things for myself. Going back to work will make both of these things especially difficult but it will also mean that they will be extra important.
Whether you are looking forward to or dreading the arrival of 2015, I hope it turns out to be a good one for you!