As we prepare to let the old year passes, I take to the hills. Not literally, not physically. But in my mind’s eye.
Drifting off into that place between waking and dreaming, there is no real time to mull over 2016 before I surrender to sleep. No need really either. Sleep is beckoning and I’ve learnt enough now to welcome it with open arms when I can.
But it’s good to take a cursory glance back across my shoulder, back down the mountain of the year. For it is only now that I can see it has all been worth it, that we did the right thing to keep going, to keep on hoping and not give up when the going got tough. If 2015 was the year that I became a mama, this is the year that’s truly starting to make me one. These past twelve months dedicated to being the mama of a little boy have been amongst the toughest I have ever known. Physically, emotionally and mentally. But standing here now at the closing of the year, I see that 2016 has truly been the most beautiful, personally fulfilling year ever. I’m excited to see what 2017 has to offer me, us, without resolutions but with an open heart and the courage of a mama of a busy toddler!