According to The Free Dictionary, “get up and go” means – “Initiation of action motivated by energy and ambition.”
On our last night before holiday break officially ended, Cassidy put on “A Charlie Brown Christmas” at Scarlet’s request.
Just the opening song made me groan aloud, bury my head in my hands and say, “Ugh! This song is making me SO depressed.” It was almost too beautiful. It was too nostalgic. All of the hopes and dreams of what I wanted this holiday season that I got in droves – the generous gifts, the giving, the family and friends. Then there was all of the spirit I never really had until the last minute. It was missing this year. “Gone”, as I used to describe my own “get up and go.” That a**-kicking spirit we all know and love within ourselves. I’ve been living in this strange middle world, of pajamas until noon, no school and oddly placed meals.
Simultaneously, I’ve also been fantasizing about the beach.
And fragrant green fields of tulips and daisies and all of that jazz. Rainbow parades. Sunshine. Rainbow parades in the sunshine.
Three days into our new week, in our new month, in our new year of new beginnings, and I’m fumbling for and relishing in our descent back into “normal.” Or was it an ascent into the “new normal”? However, after three weeks of routine, we’re going to throw it out the window and travel, by plane, to the “happiest place on earth.” I hate flying and I get weird about too much excitement and crowds (don’t I sound like a real blast?). Not only that, I have a few photo jobs to accomplish before our departure to VacationLand. And I have to guest blog, accept guest posts, write my own posts, line up posts for when I’m away, and parent my kids with love and patience, while sneaking off to read library books while washing dishes and folding laundry.
(I also blog-read while blow-drying my hair)
And I had been in this squishy middle world for over three weeks, until two days ago. We got back into the school week with a delayed opening on Monday, and exhaustion-induced dizzy spells, a terrible diaper incident, and van doors iced shut on Tuesday. What will today hold? I’m making my way back, or is it forth(?), to this new year. I’m warming up to old and new ambitions.
I’m looking for my a**-kicking spirit. I’m looking for my “get up and go.” Have you seen them?
Have you been looking for your own?
I was haunted by an event at our New Year’s party two years ago. Our friend’s son, then seven, kept asking me to come downstairs to see his “show.” I was still in that first trimester oddness and never did make it downstairs before he went to bed. Last year, when he was eight, he asked me to play him in a toy hockey game. I finally had the decency to say “yes” and it was a blast. I actually wrote a post last year about how it felt to play with him, after never seeing his show the previous year.
This year, I brought up the hockey game we had played together last year and he smiled and said how fun it was. He had no memory of me skipping his “show” two years ago, or taking a really long time to finally play the hockey game with him last year. He only remembered that I did play with him. He only remembered that we had fun. Whew! Gotta love kids.
If a beautiful kid asks you to see their show, or play a toy hockey game with them, you always say “yes”! Lesson learned.