This year, I want to be present.

I want to put my phone down.

I want to catch up on books instead of catching up on shows.

I want to do nature walks with my kids.

I want to make Sunday mornings known as pancake breakfast days.

I want to be present.

I want to look forward to spending time with my children instead of looking at it as a task.

I want to cut down on tv time and increase creative play time.

I want to take my kids to the library.

I want to conduct science experiments with my kids.

I want to play with my kids on the floor, roll around, wrestle; I want to play hide and seek.

I want to teach my kids how to roller blade.

I want to let my kids get their hands dirty with paint and glue and glitter.

I want to be ok with the mess.

I want to stop fighting over what they’ll have for dinner because it’s just not worth it.

I want to let them wear their favourite outfits even if that means they look messy and untamed.

I want to change the way I perceive parenthood.

I want to look through a new lens; I want to view it through their eyes.

I want to see them the way they see me, perfectly imperfect.

I want to be present.

I want to be whatever and whoever my kids needs. Whatever that means, that’s my resolution. To be the mother my kids want and need.

I want to be present.