My name means “grace” and I’ve always thought this was inaccurate. Growing up, I perpetually had bruises from playing and, as an adult, from working among the shin-height desks and chairs of second graders. When I was 8 months pregnant, we were walking around our neighborhood park. I was looking at a newly constructed house and missed the curb. Normally, I would have stumbled, but since my center of gravity was so skewed, I tumbled down onto the sidewalk, skinning my knee and elbow in the process. Last summer, I had Bea in the Ergo and missed the first step of a flight of stairs, again tumbling down. Fortunately, Bea was tucked in tightly and I just hit my elbow and hip. All that to say, I’ve never viewed myself as a graceful person.
The word grace has about 15 definitions – from elegance of motion to mercy to honor. Grace has always been a struggle for me. I tend to hold myself and others to high standards and get frustrated when they are not met. In thinking about the New Year, I wanted to have One Word to define my year; one to meditate on, to strive to be better at, and to underlie my experiences.
As we move into our next year of parenting, I want Grace to define how I treat myself and Bea as we learn together. I want Grace to encompass my marriage as we navigate a relationship with a toddler in its midst. I need Grace for those moments when parenting is the last thing I want to do and for those moments when it is a taste of heaven.
I need Grace for my community. For my friends, both with and without kids; single and married. For people I see weekly and for those who live across the world. I need Grace for my church, for my neighbors, for the people in the grocery store parking lot. I need Grace for how I compare myself to other moms; for how I compare my life to those around me.
Mostly, I need Grace in ways I can’t even imagine. This year, I want to be open to the amazing power of Grace.
If you could choose One Word for your coming year, what would it be?