Over the past four years, Greg and I have embarked on our journey into each new year by selecting a family motto. Each January, after careful consideration and much debate, we choose a saying that will follow us for the next 365 days. The mottoes are ridiculous, random, and generally useless but finding ways to incorporate them into our everyday conversation is a lovely diversion. What began as a joke has become an annual tradition that I quite enjoy.
The Smith Family Motto Criteria:
- Must be easy to use in a variety of situations
- Must be succinct (no run on sentences, please)
- Must be a command, directive, or exclamation.
- When used, the motto and the year must be stated together. (Example: M.E – “I think I may skip my shower tonight. I’m too tired.“ Greg- “No excuses, 2010″).
- Must be random– preferably pertaining to nothing in particular.
Favorite Smith family mottoes of years gone by:
- No Excuses– 2010/2011 (most often used when avoiding dishes, exercise, and dissertation writing. It was selected twice because we liked it so much)
- Eureka!– 2012 (used frequently when Greg was looking for work or upon locating any lost object)
- Make each Sunday a Facebook/blog/message board free day and cut myself off from these outlets after 6PM each night. I’ve gotten into the habit of scanning SB message boards, special needs Facebook pages, and SB blogs all day long and, while these are helpful resources, I’ve become a bit obsessive. I’m learning that life will go on and Simeon will survive even if I don’t think about Spina Bifida all the time.
- Attend yoga classes again. Not as frequently as I used to, but if I start small (once a month maybe) I think I can do it. Heaven knows I could use the stress relief.
- Mop every once in a while. Ugh.
- Send thank you letters to some of the medical professionals who, in small ways, helped us deal with the news about Simeon’s condition last year. I want them to know how much it mattered.
- Continue to blog at least twice a month.
- Pray— honestly and without frustration when I get distracted.
- We’ve jumped from the 3rd to the 16th percentile in weight. Oink! Oink! Mr. Smith!
- He’s digging solid food, although nothing chunky yet. Texture is okay, but the slightest chunk sends us into a pretty gnarly gag fest. Like father, like son.
- We’re still working on sitting up and while I may get ho-hum about the fact that it isn’t happening unassisted yet, I know that Sim is pretty darn strong and he’ll get there eventually.
- Lots of talking with our valve! Simeon can wear it for up to 2 hours at a time now, which means he is offically able to make fart noises in church. And, trust me you guys, everything he says is genius.