I resolve…

Usually, that line would be followed by “nothing” because I am not one for making–or keeping–New Year’s resolutions, but this year I have finally come up with a very do-able resolution. This year I resolve to NOT be the smartest person in my house.

For years I have had all of the answers. No matter what the topic or the situation I was, without question, the only one in my house who had the answer or, apparently, the capacity to figure out what to do.

It’s time to pass the torch.

Someone else might want to tell someone where the ketchup is or how to look up the directions to a restaurant using nothing else but a computer and a phone.

As much as I hate relying on someone else to look out the window to see if it’s raining, I think it’s time. Being the person with all of the answers is fun! Who am I to take that fun away from someone else in my family?

For example, just yesterday, one of my children was standing in front of our open refrigerator, totally befuddled.”Where is the yogurt?” he asked.

Me (quickly figuring out the answer from the other room): “Move some stuff around in the fridge and you will find it.”

My kid, smacking himself in the head with the realization that I just gave him the perfect answer: “Oh yeah! There it is! Thanks, mom!”

 

But, if I wasn’t the smartest person in the house this is how it could have gone:

Me, whining: “I can’t find the mustard!”

One of my kids: “Move some stuff around in the fridge, mom.”

Me: “Of course! There it is! Wow, honey, what would I do without you??”

Think about how great he would feel if he was the one with all the answers! Think about how much it would build his self-esteem! He would be drunk with power! I know I am. I currently go to bed every night thinking:

I am so powerful! I am the only person who knows what time the kids get out of school, where the extra dog food is kept, and where to find a book on the bookshelf. I don’t want anyone else to have that information because I want everyone to ask me questions all day! Bwahahaha!

See. Drunk with power.

But it’s not fair. I shouldn’t know everything anymore. I want my family to know that feeling as well. I want them to know what it’s like to sit down, pick up a magazine and have someone yell to them that they can’t find their homework/shoes/keys. I want them to feel the joy when they respond, “Well, did you look in your backpack/the mudroom/your jacket?” and have the item be exactly where they said it would be.

Why should I have all the fun?

So, yes, I resolve to pass the power of knowledge to one of my family members. And I will…just as soon as one of them can find it without my help.

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8 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by James on January 5, 2016 at 12:33 pm

    Aren’t you afraid the kids will starve?

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  2. Posted by Christina Jones on January 5, 2016 at 5:56 pm

    I cannot stop laughing. It is lonely in that all-knowing, powerful place.

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  3. Posted by Kim on January 5, 2016 at 8:17 pm

    Spot on! Where’s my black winter hat with the poofy ball on top??

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  4. Don’t tell him, Kim. Give away your power – it’s liberating!

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  5. Posted by Yia Yia on January 6, 2016 at 10:07 am

    Where’s my shoes – Greek answer – Ekanan pothia ka perpaton sto thromo –
    In other words – They sprouted feet and took a walk down the street

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  6. […] So, here we are, almost in February and I’m still contemplating what I want to work on this year. Not that I’m keen on resolutions. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever kept a New Year’s resolution and yet, I can’t stop myself from making them. […]

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