My word for 2018 definitely ended up being BRAVE. I spent New Year’s Eve in the ER with my 6-year old son. He was hospitalized the next day and it took them a couple of days to isolate the infection that was pushing his fever into dangerous territory. Then he had an allergic reaction to the first antibiotic they gave him to treat it. For the next two months the poor guy caught every bug that went around the school frequently missing a day or two a week. March was our re-healing time (both mentally and physically). Jump forward to July when my father was hospitalized. He worked hard to recover for the next three months only to be hospitalized again. He didn’t make it home that time, but I am not ready to tell that story yet.
As I look forward to 2019, there is really only one word I want for my word of the year: POSITIVITY. I don’t regret spending a year with Brave, and I am definitely thankful for it. But for me, in so many ways, 2019 will be about moving on. That can be as scary as what I faced in 2018, really. But I don’t want to just “cope” this year, I want to make the most out of every minute. Because we never really know how many we have. In many ways, I feel so lucky to have been able to build memories with my dad the past forty-eight years. Our relationship changed over those decades and I would give anything for a few more of those lazy days on the lake in the 1980’s. But I wouldn’t give up any of the days this year, either.
So I want to approach 2019 with a little lighter heart. To be able to see the light even when things are tough.
Do you pick a word for the year? What will your word for 2019 be?
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