I have to admit, I had high hopes for you.
You were supposed to be the Year of the Baby. You were supposed to be the Year that was Better than the Year Before. You were supposed to be the Year I Became a Mother. If you refer to the memo that I sent you on December 31, 2007, you will see this most clearly.
What? You didn’t get that memo? You only got the memo I sent on January 1, 2008?
Oh. I see. Yes, I did pronounce you the Year of No Expectations. Maybe that wasn’t the best plan after all since you apparently read it as the Year of Not Expecting.
Don’t take my frustration out on you? Well, why ever not? You’re a big fat target, 365 days of potential now in the rear view mirror.
Re-read my memo? I don’t see what good that would do. Yes, I agree that I am a fabulous writer and this memo was particularly insightful, but I’m not in the mood for self-reflection. I’m in the mood for some 2008-bashing.
Anger is not a productive emotion? Since when did you become insightful? It seemed like you were paddling me from one end of the calendar to the other and now you try to get philosophical on me? I don’t think so! I’m out for revenge. You cheated me and toyed with me. You gave me hope and you snatched it away. Someone has to pay for that!
Why blame you? Well, why wouldn’t I blame you? All of this happened on your watch. And, don’t try to remind me that I had some wonderful times this year. I know that bait and switch trick! So what if I got to go to Paris and we were so fortunate to become parents to G? Who cares if we found a new doctor and celebrated our fifth anniversary? Who cares if I made my first quilt and it turned out beautifully? The bad outweighs the good!
What do you mean life is about the good and the bad? Honestly, I’m getting a little tired of you being the sage in this relationship. Time may heal all wounds and produce untold wisdom, but you don’t have to rub my face in it. Thank goodness there are a little more than 24 hours left in you.
You don’t want to part on that sour note? Hmpf. I suppose I can appreciate that. How about we leave it at this:
While I was not able to get my biggest wish this year, 2008, I grew, learned, loved, laughed, lived, did the best with what I was given and in spite of it all could say that for the most part, I was content.
ps – please tell 2009 to stop peeking in the windows. It’s not time yet and it’s kind of creepy.