A few months ago, I happened to think about Lent and I felt a happy rise in my heart. I noted it, because Lent is usually my least favorite liturgical season. Every year, I dread the coming of Ash Wednesday and the dark weeks ahead full of self-evaluation and meatless Fridays. But this year felt different. This year I was looking forward to the opportunity to work on my flaws and faults. I didn't know yet what my Lenten resolutions were going to be, but I was eagerly anticipating them.
Then, life changed. And to be honest, I haven't really spared much thought for Lent or resolutions since. But at the eleventh hour last night, I resolved to try harder to say my Rosary daily. I also resolved to more happily embrace my so-far-least favorite part of parenting, when Elijah wakes up at 8:30 ready to go for the day. I know, that's not so early for most people, but it is a struggle for me to respond to my son joyfully.
I also thought about resolving to eat more healthily. But that is such a nebulous proposition that it seems silly to make it. So for now, let's say I'll work harder on portion control and trying to force a few vegetables in a week.
This morning, after I gave Elijah his morning bottle, I got dressed, loaded him into the car and we drove two towns over to where we go to church. As we were driving, I thought to myself, here we are, in Lent again. And it was back, that happy joyful feeling. Welcome to Lent.