A few weeks ago, I saw this book on someone’s shelf. It jumped out at me, and I immediately wrote down the title, and ordered it from the library. The Gift of a Year. I don’t want to say too much about it, because the book says it so well itself. The Gift of a Year is a book for women, women who give and give and give of themselves, women who say that someday, once their to-do list is done and the house is finally clean, then we’ll let ourselves pursue our dreams. Those dreams might be very small and achievable – taking a few minutes each day to write, taking a bubble bath every night and reading a book instead of going out on the town, or even just committing to ourselves in the midst of a crazy new job, that no matter what happens, we won’t let it drive us crazy, we’ll just stay calm. Or those dreams might be bigger, like taking art classes, writing a book, hiring childcare once a week so we can do . . . whatever it is we need to do to feed our soul. Whatever it is that’s been waiting for us, begging us to pay attention, waiting to nurture us, so that we can nurture others.
I’m giving myself the Gift of a Year – I hope you might, too. (The knitting shown above is Gabriel’s birthday vest – more finished photos are here.) Here’s one mom’s story of choosing her gift of a year.