Seated at the dinner table, surrounded by my beautiful family--each of my boys taking a moment to say what they are thankful for, and how they are going to make the upcoming year a great one. I smile to myself and think how I resolve to be a better mother. More kind. More patient. More loving.
Yes, I think 2017 is going to be my year.
20 minutes later, cleaning the kitchen after that same blessed dinner with the boys' help. One is knocking full cups of juice off the table with the broom stick. One is licking the clean forks after pulling them out of the dishwasher. Two are fighting over topics as varied as where the plates go, to the proper pronunciation of their brother's name. I hear myself screaming the words, "Am I on one of those hidden camera shows where they time you to see how long before you cuss someone out?"
Should old acquaintance be forgot...