I'm 60 years old and I made my first New Year's resolution.
I resolved to be positive around my granddaughters. The reason? I despise negativity, even when it's warranted. I especially dislike whining.
Whining begets whining.
Sure, we all have bad days, bad experiences. But feeling bad doesn't necessarily warrant negativity. Why would I turn my bad day into a bad day for my grandchildren?
For the most part, I am a very happy person, and I credit a good deal of my happiness to being around my granddaughters. Even the sound of their sweet little voices over the phone makes my heart skip a beat.
But on rare occasion I've found myself being somewhat negative around the girls. Maybe it's been after a hard day at work or when I'm rushed. And I notice that they always notice.
"Mom, are you mad?" my 6-year-old granddaughter has asked me. It makes me want to fall through the cracks of the floor when I see that I caused a worried look on her face.
Long after I'm gone, when they think of me, I want them to remember the joy we shared. It's that very memory I have of my own late father. I want it to be my legacy, too.
So, I toast the New Year and my granddaughters with a glass half full. Though it won't always be easy, I'll make sure the glass is never half empty.