Everyone knows what the real meaning of Christmas is.
Even if you don't believe, you know what I mean when I say that don't you?
Jesus. The ultimate gift.
Yet, it occurs to me that Christmas means even MORE than that.
I don't think I am supposed to say that.
It seems that if you acknowledge that you are a Christian, you are somehow supposed to pretend that Mom's famous sugar cookies or It's a Wonderful Life mean nothing to you.
Because Jesus is everything. I never have been good at reconciling my faith life with the rest of me, so I offer no solutions to you if this is something you struggle with also. I think I will always feel a twinge of guilt about loving things that sparkle and the feel of a perfect new pair of shoes when I know there are children starving in the world. ...when I know that there is a danger that I will love those things too much... *sigh*
But I digress....
I have been trying to wrap my head around this whole Christmas thing...you know...what it's all about
really.
I had such high hopes for this time off from school.
I just knew that the Christmas break would be filled with joy! We would:
- sleep in late
- live in harmony
- bake cookies, make candy, etc
- listen to carols
- find immeasurable joy in the puppy we are babysitting and maybe even decide to add a new four-legged family member to the CRAZYHOUSE
- take a family drive through a light show during a light and lovely snow fall
- spend our days wrapping presents and doing holiday crafts.
- look picture perfect at Christmas Mass
- escape the hustle and bustle
- send out the Christmas cards I designed
- not gain an ounce ;)
Well so far...
well...
well...
let's just say things don't always work out the way I plan.
The kids have been getting up at
6 o'clock! (yes, these are the same kids I have to BEG to get up at 7:30 on a school day)
There have been a few fights (between the kids).
The aforementioned
noise YELLING, SCREAMING, CRYING has all but made me sour on the caroling.
Quiet please!The puppy has pooped in the house TWICE. (in 3 days) Peed 1, 2, 3, 4 times!
Holy Potty Training, Batman!We are just now getting around to the cookies...oh crap! hold on
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Ok. I am back. whew! Those might have turned out a little darker than usual. :) Perhaps I am not the mulit-tasker I profess to be. *grins sheepishly*
Tonight was going to be our holiday drive (out of town) but with the freezing rain we are predicted to get, we may have to keep it local. Hopefully there are some neighborhoods in town that have decorated.
My gifts are almost all wrapped, save for a last-minute strays...but so far we haven't tackled a single craft. I need to do better. I know.
Picture Perfect. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ROFL!
Hustle and Bustle. Check. I am afraid to leave the house with the WWF trainees. Neither hustle nor bustle has come to me.
OK, so I designed the cards(see post below) and I love them but, they want a fortune to print them locally at this late date. Dang it! I haven't printed a single one.
Well, I am doing OK so far on that one. SIL left a 12 pack of Diet Coke in my fridge last weekend, so I decided what the heck! She looks great. Maybe I should give it a whirl. So I have. I am down 3 lbs already! I am also trying my best to starve myself so I can pig-out tomorrow. :)
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All in all, it has not been a bad vacation, just not exactly like I had fantasized. When will I learn?
Frustration always follows such expectations.
My kids are kids. They can't even conceptualize these Beaver Cleaver images I conjure up. They just are. And since I love them, I have to make myself realize that who they are is good enough. Flaws and all. Immaturity and all. Snotty noses and poopy pants and all.
So today, we will frost the not-so-perfect cookies. And go to Mass as we are. In the freezing rain. We will celebrate the birth of our Savior with our imperfect singing voices and maybe not so recently-washed hands. (I try, but let's get real here!) I might be annoyed with someone saving an entire row of seats at Mass, or get a little huffy with Superman when he tries to make me hurry up so we can BE the seat-savers, I might even have to break up a fight or two between the boys. But I will embrace the holiday, camera in hand...trying to savor every sweet moment I can glean.
Afterall, before I know it, it will be Easter and we will be contemplating Our Lord's death and Resurrection. It seems too quick a turn-around for me. But what a metaphor!
Too soon they will be grown up. The messes will go with them, the dirty hand-prints on the wall, sticky arms on the chairs, the shoes at the door... Too soon I will miss them...and all that goes with them. Imperfections and all.
Now is the time to rejoice. Now is the time to celebrate.
Yes, Christmas is about Jesus. And all the lessons he taught us.
Enjoy.