I've never been a big fan of New Year's resolutions.
I make plenty of goals, but they are typically of the short-term variety. My goal for before I leave work today, for instance, is to find my car keys.
But this year, I thought I’d do something different and make some major resolutions for the full year. The trick with these things is to make them significant, yet realistic, something within grasp but that can give you a sense of accomplishment and motivate you to keep going.
So for 2012, I’m going to try to avoid anything related to professional basketball, gain about 15 pounds and train the cat to write my blog. I hope to have him post an update on my efforts around this same time next year.
Those are the easy ones. My major New Year’s resolution is to force myself to pay strict attention to the kids whenever they feel like describing to me in great detail every scene in whatever movie that pops into their adorable little heads at the time.
Do other kids do this?
“And then the squirrel went flying across the room … and then there was a dragon … and then this car crashed into a hot dog stand and ketchup went everywhere … and then … and then … and then …”
My oldest kid, who struggles to remember the two lines he has in the school play, somehow has the ability to recite several minutes of movie dialogue perfectly.
I know it’s bad, and I admit that I’m weak, but sometimes I … I, well, I just stop paying attention to them after a while.
I must say, though, that I’ve gotten pretty good at snapping out of my daydream just about the time they’re wrapping it up.
“Really? That’s great,” I say. “You know when I was a kid …,” which sends them scrambling for the safety of somewhere else and ending our bonding experience prematurely.
But no more.
When it comes to listening to every movie plot twist and turn as told from the viewpoint of a 10- and 3-year-old, the cat and I are all ears.
And, as a bonus, because I’m in the resolution-making mood, I decided it would be selfish just to make them for me, so I made some for the kids as well.
The kids will learn to turn their socks right-side out when they take them off. They will learn to sleep late on weekends, occasionally even past 10 a.m. They will learn to stop running away whenever I try to tell a story. And they will help me teach the cat to write my blogs.