In this new year, I wish you small wonders and simple bright spots that buoy your spirit. I wish you the ability to truly feel these minor moments of magic and the abundance to wish them for others as well.
I wish you kindness and peace and stomachs full of cheese. I wish you the satisfaction of a good book, relaxing dreams, and uneventful dental appointments. I wish you well-stocked Band-Aid boxes and the comfort to kiss booboos away. I wish you a knowing smile from another mom in a store, a child who doesn’t lick the cart handle, and a BOGO coupon for your favorite ice cream.
I wish you warm toes and a pedicure that lasts. I wish you breaks as you need them, connections that give you a boost, and the best slice of cheesecake in town. I wish you sleep that feels doubled, the perfect pair of tweezers, and the grace to catch your footing as you fall.
I wish you children who remember to drop their muddy shoes at the door, a dishwasher that’s already been emptied when the dirties pile up, and a game night without tears. I wish you the release of your favorite podcast on laundry night and the ability to track down the missing library book before the fines hit your account.
I wish you a car that warms quickly on the coldest day, a coffee that stays hot until the last sip, and a drive-thru line that moves like magic. I wish you leggings without holes, socks that cushion your many steps, and a Mary Poppins’ mom bag that somehow fits everything without weighing a ton.
I wish you a school pickup line that moves quickly, a teacher who sees your child’s sparkle, and a calendar that never double-books you. I wish you a grocery run without candy requests, a recipe that everyone actually eats, and a fridge that smells like nothing at all.
I wish you laughter that bubbles up unexpectedly, friendships that feel like home, and the courage to keep moving forward even when the path feels steep. I wish you the kind of joy that sneaks in during ordinary moments– sticky kisses, bedtime giggles, and the quiet magic of everyday life.
Here’s to 2026: a year of small wonders, big grace, and the simple beauty of motherhood. Happy New Year, friends. We’ve got this.
