Tuesday, January 8, 2013

About That Midnight

On New Year's Eve I thought about all the fancy parties people probably go to. I think about that every year. I live in a community where there aren't a lot of fancy NYE parties because a lot of us have little children to put to bed (and where are the baby sitters? at fancy teenager parties) and those of us who don't have little children are tired because we had little children once upon a time and from what I hear, having little children at any point makes you tired for the rest of your life. But don't ask me.

Anyway, we had a family party at home. Just us.

We let Anson play host and can I brag? Who knew my little four year old was such a fantastic party planner? We were kept busy all night long with game after game after game. Some of them were homemade games. In fact, all but one was a homemade game.

At one point we were playing a homemade game called "Don't Let The Balloon Touch the Floor" and all of us were really getting into it. We had somehow slipped into our imaginations collectively and there was an intense sentiment that if our red balloon actually touched our carpet our house would explode into pieces--us with it. So as the game progressed, our words and actions became even more dire, and there was a moment where I looked over at Chup who had grabbed Ever and was working her legs like she was a robot. When that red balloon came anywhere near their bodies, Chup would kick Ever's legs madly and the balloon would soar.

And that is when I started laughing so hard I could not breathe. What were we doing?

I fell down and started rolling, actually ROFL I guess. And I begged for breath and laughed and screamed. Then we all started laughing and snorting. Even the little baby Erin. It was hilarious and funny and stupid and silly and serious.

I've been to a few fancy NYE parties, you know, back in the day, but nothing as wild as this scene in my living room, in my pjs, having recently recovered from a D&C. What was I doing?

And when it struck midnight my entire house was sleeping, including my husband in bed with me. I was really grateful to my neighbors who let off explosive fireworks--so high I could see them with a slight tip of my head out of my very own bedroom window.

In the moment of fireworks and snoring, I made a resolution to see other's needs as my own--not because I have to fulfill them, but because I can at least feel them. And where that takes me, I guess I'll have to be brave enough to find out.

Here's to 2013! A year to celebrate a good life, earnest attempts and never, ever letting that red balloon touch the floor. Can you imagine?
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p.s. Idaho was pure relaxation this weekend. I slept, ate and stared at the Snake River Canyon.
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p.p.s. I was honored to do a podcast with the Richie and the gang at The Cultural Hall Podcast. It's very Mormony and funny and stupid and silly and serious too. Check it out here.

20 comments:

Just Your Average Mommy said...

You inspire me, CJane! And that picture of your is beautiful!

To 2013!

Camille Keller said...

I loved this! Kids make things fun and memorable. Thanks for telling the story. You have this talent of making me laugh and cry all in one. Happy New Year!

Thessaly said...

This post is beautiful! I have no kids, but staying home and making dinner and watching the fireworks out the window is how I like my new year as well.

whitneyingram said...

May I caution you against feeling other's needs. Last year brought solid gold drama to my family and it was very consuming to be a supportive sister, knowing all and feeling all, in the name of being a family. Consuming in the way that I couldn't stop thinking about the burdens and it made me snippy to my husband and children. I finally had to tell my family that I needed to be left out of the loop from now on because I was being a crappy mom and wife. And I am a mom and wife before I am a sister. All of this made the summer pretty crappy.

I divulge all of this because once I didn't take on my family's struggles, I felt lighter, nicer and more loving to all around me. Maybe you are stronger than me, but in general, I am pretty wimpy.

Holly Bierly Young said...

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. :) I love your hair in that pic.

Funky Kim said...

I have celebrated New Years when the ball drops in Times Square. Thanks to cable television, I can watch it live at 10 pm Mountain Time and then go to bed. Much more sensible and sane than actually staying awake until midnight! LOL

David Lesue said...

Homemade games are the very best games.

al said...

so you ARE still writing a book. awesome. because sometimes I'll be reading your blog and think to myself, "man, I wish I had Courtney Kendrick in print sitting on my night stand."

Rudy Rukus said...

I actually love that game. it was one of our favorites when my kids were little and now we play uno attack and laugh like crazed animals. Which is so healing!

Amy said...

Great podcast CJane :) Love hearing your voice and stories. Hugs to you all.

Ali said...

Your words about laughing brought me joy. How awesome is that! The power of your writing is immense.

All the best, always,
Ali

Erin L said...

I love Idaho! My heart is still there.

Whimcees said...

Hello,

You are pure gold. I bet Chup knows now that his decision to choose you as his wife and mother of his children was the wisest one he has every made.:<) Wishing you a happy day today!

Hugs,

Barbara Diane

Matt & Maren said...
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Matt & Maren said...

When I longingly picture my future family, the scene in my head is similar to this red balloon laughing fit. Thank you for sharing this sweet memory. I am teary just dreaming about it:)

Erin said...

We have been playing the balloon game forever! Best thing with kids, even the grandparents love it.

So glad that you had such a happy new year!

Morris Family said...

We still play those kind of games and our youngest is 16!

bethr82 said...

I love your blog, I only have one child, I'm not religious, I live on the other side of the world but I connect with your sense of humour, your feelings towards your family the simplest things in life are the best. Keep doing what you're doing 'sister from another mister' x x

reen said...

Yup, you're right. My oldest son is 30 and a half, and I've been tired from the day he was born.

LauraInSeattle said...

I LOVE YOU!
That photo of you at bottom right shows you as gorgeous as you can be. Thank you for being honest and inspiring. Thank you for writing so we can all see.