I'm not sure how many years Lona has been playing the piano but we have enjoyed taking lessons from Sue Gault. She's strict and makes Lona work hard but she's also kind and patient. She has a heart for kids and music. I have seen Lona flourish in piano with Sue. Every year we have a piano recital and I mark down music that other kids play that I like. This year Lona did the same thing and I'm hoping she is able to learn those pieces of music.
I walk in the gym and look around. It's quiet with a few people hunched over tables. The back of the gym is piled high with boxes, floor to ceiling. The food is stacked deep around the edges. The large plastic bags are filled with clothes and toys and needed items like diapers. I walk over to someone and ask about the procedure for the year. Wrap the present, make sure the name, family number and individual number is on the outside of the present. I turn to the kids and say "Ok, let's get to work." We start wrapping, the boys are less than enthused. I give them the job of collecting wrapped presents from the volunteer wrappers. More people start to file in and look around for direction. No one seems to be jumping up and giving any so I walk over and ask if they've come to wrap presents.
"Yes"
"Have you done this before?"
"No."
Then I go through where to find the supplies and what to do. More people come in and again, I go through the spiel. Slowly they start to talk and there is a hum of voices and the
rustling of paper fills the void in the gym. I wait for someone in charge to show up but they are still shopping for presents for us to wrap. It's a mad dash to get these wrapped in one day. The piles of toys and clothes start to build and I realize that the family numbers aren't on the floor. I rip out pages of Job's school notebook and madly write numbers on them while the boys tape them to the floor. I'm up to 200 and I'm told that I need 235. I keep writing. Finally I've written all the numbers and they are taped down. Now all those presents that are being wrapped can be sorted into their family groups which the boys are doing. Some one comes up and says they can't find any information on the gift, what should they do? I don't know, but I smile and take the present to set aside hoping to find the information on the master list. I look up and every table is filled with one to two people wrapping presents. The boys are walking around like crazy with presents in their arms and I think of them as little or actually not so little elves in Santa's workshop. I look at my watch and realize that it's four o'clock. We've been wrapping and sorting for almost 4 hours and we have other commitments. Time to go and it's almost finished.
"Yes"
"Have you done this before?"
"No."
Then I go through where to find the supplies and what to do. More people come in and again, I go through the spiel. Slowly they start to talk and there is a hum of voices and the
rustling of paper fills the void in the gym. I wait for someone in charge to show up but they are still shopping for presents for us to wrap. It's a mad dash to get these wrapped in one day. The piles of toys and clothes start to build and I realize that the family numbers aren't on the floor. I rip out pages of Job's school notebook and madly write numbers on them while the boys tape them to the floor. I'm up to 200 and I'm told that I need 235. I keep writing. Finally I've written all the numbers and they are taped down. Now all those presents that are being wrapped can be sorted into their family groups which the boys are doing. Some one comes up and says they can't find any information on the gift, what should they do? I don't know, but I smile and take the present to set aside hoping to find the information on the master list. I look up and every table is filled with one to two people wrapping presents. The boys are walking around like crazy with presents in their arms and I think of them as little or actually not so little elves in Santa's workshop. I look at my watch and realize that it's four o'clock. We've been wrapping and sorting for almost 4 hours and we have other commitments. Time to go and it's almost finished.
I told the kids that we were not doing stockings this year but I did anyway. A box of gum from Costco, some chocolate from France that I was saving, a pair of socks each, and a small personal gift. I see stockings as a way to sleep in. It gives them something to do when I'm not ready to get up yet or while I have my first cup of coffee. After Thanksgiving this year, I pushed to paint my living room. What does that have to do with Christmas? Everything. I wanted a lighter color than the red brick in there. I liked the red but needed a change and was tired of everyone having a red tint to their faces whenever I took photos in there. It especially lighted things up on Christmas morning when the kids were opening their presents and it was still dark outside. After presents were opened and I popped the cinnamon croissant rolls in the oven for breakfast. This is definitely going to become tradition. It is a four day process and it takes a little longer each day to do something with it but well worth it. It is flaky and crusty like a croissant but cinnamony and gooey like a cinnamon roll. Can you see the layers on them? That is layers of dough and butter. Oh so good.
Where did the tradition of gingerbread houses start? We've embraced it here though. One year we tried making our own gingerbread house. What a nightmare. A friend told me about the pre-built houses at various stores. That has got to be the way to go. Kids don't want to mix, roll, cut out and bake. All they really want to do is decorate with frosting and candy. In fact I think that more frosting and candy goes into their mouths. This year I bought a house and a train at the beginning of December and had it there for when they wanted to decorate. The advent activity came up and Lona decorated a house with a friend from soccer and had a blast. A couple of weeks later Job finally decided to get the train out to decorate and Lona did cookies at the same time. I mixed up some frosting and let them have at it. I didn't pressure anyone to participate and kept it as low key as possible. This year I've learned that just because the advent says decorate it doesn't have to be done that day just can't be done before that day. If friends want to participate great, if my kids don't participate great. Low key and no expectations. The icing recipe I've used came from Tilly Bergeron. She sent me a link to a site that uses milk, powdered sugar, lemon juice, and food coloring. I didn't have to use meringue powder or egg whites. Super easy. I just have to learn about how much milk to make the lining icing and the flooding icing. Now that it's less than a week away from Christmas, I've told them they need to eat their gingerbread houses/train before New Years Eve. As of January 1st, whatever is left is going in the trash. How long can it really last and be good?
A mother of a player on Job's soccer team was telling me that her family looks forward to a box of treats from another family member each year. This woman spends 12 days baking 12+ dozen cookies. Each day is a different type of cookie. At the end she has 12 types of cookies to package up and send out to family and friends. I know that is too ambitious for me but I can bake for my family a little. "What comes to mind when you think of Christmas cookies?"
is the question that I asked my kids. This year I wanted to bake things that they liked and represented their idea of Christmas. I've rushed to bake cookies in the past because it was part of advent but I really didn't have time to really make anything and it ended up being a rushed not fun activity. Not one of my children really had a specific cookie in mind so I went through my recipe books and looked over pinterest to come up with some kind of special treat. Some of my favorites are pinwheel cookies. I love the orange and chocolate taste together. Sometimes I keep rolls in the freezer to pull out but didn't have any this year so I made up a batch to stick in the refrigerator for a day I could bake. Then I did the same with gingerbread. All that needed to be done was to have it rolled out, cut and baked to be decorated on a different day. Then there wer the buckeyes. I first tasted buckeyes at MSU. My roommate received a package in the mail with buckeyes and they were so delicious, better than a Receses cup. I've had cravings for those ever since. Thanks to pinterest I finally have a recipe for them. Then there are the Palmiers. These are so very simple to make. Puffed pastry and sugar, that's it. You can buy boxes of these cookies in France for everyday but they are oh so elegant and very easy.
is the question that I asked my kids. This year I wanted to bake things that they liked and represented their idea of Christmas. I've rushed to bake cookies in the past because it was part of advent but I really didn't have time to really make anything and it ended up being a rushed not fun activity. Not one of my children really had a specific cookie in mind so I went through my recipe books and looked over pinterest to come up with some kind of special treat. Some of my favorites are pinwheel cookies. I love the orange and chocolate taste together. Sometimes I keep rolls in the freezer to pull out but didn't have any this year so I made up a batch to stick in the refrigerator for a day I could bake. Then I did the same with gingerbread. All that needed to be done was to have it rolled out, cut and baked to be decorated on a different day. Then there wer the buckeyes. I first tasted buckeyes at MSU. My roommate received a package in the mail with buckeyes and they were so delicious, better than a Receses cup. I've had cravings for those ever since. Thanks to pinterest I finally have a recipe for them. Then there are the Palmiers. These are so very simple to make. Puffed pastry and sugar, that's it. You can buy boxes of these cookies in France for everyday but they are oh so elegant and very easy.
I walked over to the display case and looked at each shelf very carefully, scanning row after row looking for the perfect one. I looked at the next shelf and the next. I walked around to the other side of the display case looking and looking. I couldn't find it. I thought hard about it, contemplating another option. Maybe I can use something else, maybe I don't need the perfect one. In my mind it had to be the one, but in reality it is only a symbol. I have this vision that I'm hoping becomes a tradition and has a story behind it. A tradition year after year, of putting some one else first, someone that I don't know and will never meet. The other day I reached out my hand and put my small grey key into the lock. I slowly turned left, opening the box. I reached my hand inside and pulled out the contents expecting something else than what I got. It was orange with a star on it and was filled with photographs on each page. I scanned it and an idea slowly began to form in my mind. An idea that could if everyone bought into it would start a tradition. Each year I try to think of the perfect gift to give to my family and friends. They in turn try to do the same for me. Sometimes it just doesn't work out. Sometime I get caught up in what I want. I sat there that day looking at the photographs and realized yes, there are things I want but nothing that I need. What if, instead of getting something for me for Christmas, John used that money to give to someone who needed it. What if that became the thing to get me for Christmas from John and the kids. They could pour over the catalog each year deciding where and what they want to give to. Then this symbol could be re wrapped each year and placed under the tree for me to open with a little note of who it may have helped. It makes me excited to think of starting this kind of tradition with the gifts. There are some people that I know exactly what I want to get them and it is the same each year, I am hopeful that this will become the same for me. A tradition with WorldVision.
As we walk down the sidewalk, the air is filled with the musical sound of bells. They are everywhere. People have attached them to everything from their hats to their shoes. The dogs are wearing bells on their collars, their leashes and even their sweaters. The jingling and jangling is growing louders as people meet up with friends.Their is laughter in the air as well. Soon the loud speaker blares out instructions but I can't quite make it out due to the melodic noise. I just move along with the flow of people being careful to keep my kids within in sight. Finally we find an empty pocket of space among the throng of people. People are excitedly jumping around and there are all kinds of Christmas outfits, from Clara and her nutcracker to full sized gingerbread men. Girls are wearing tutus and elf ears. We only have bells on our shoes and I have cheetah print Santa hat. I hear the word "Go" from the loud speaker and the throng starts to move in one direction, slowly at first and then picking up speed. It soon stretches out into a long line of sorts. Isaac and Lona pick up their stride and they are gone. After the first quarter mile, I no longer see them and that leaves Job to run with me. I keep looking for the mile markers but I don't see any and then I hear a dad remark to his boy half way. We've come 1.6 miles and I'm happy but not sure I can make the rest of the way. I look down and realize that Job has his Vans on. I guess he doesn't have any running shoes but he's a trooper and keeps going. We finally head back towards the start line and I'm happy. It's down hill. We are still being lapped by runners and I realize that we will be the whole way. I'm just not fast. We come to the corner to run around the high school and someone is handing out donuts. Ugg, I can't imagine eating something that heavy after running and still having about a 1/3 of mile left to go. I just want to finish with out puking. That's what I feel like right now. Just a little further I tell Job but it's really to encourage myself. The last corner and we start to sprint. I look up at the clock right before the finish line and it's just over 29 minutes! Immediately I start to look around for a hydration station. I need water and now. In doing so I run into Isaac and Lona. They finished in just over 26 minutes. Not bad for them. Isaac says it's his personal best. I'm excited because he hasn't been running at all. Oh, to be young and just get up and run a 5K. This second time of running the Jingle Bell run was so much better than the first. We may try it out again next year.
Hope.
I look down the row of parked cars, my eyes scanning each side looking for a parking space. I turn down another row again looking for a place to park. After 10 minutes of circling the parking lot I finally find an empty spot. I squeeze out of the car, since I can't open the door very wide. The parking spots are meant fort mini coopers and not a van. The skies are grey and the clouds hang as one giant blanket blocking the sun from my face. I open the back and grab the grocery bags happy that I've remembered them. I walk into the store with a throng of other people. None of us smiling but the bustle and hustle is present. Christmas music is playing overhead but the children aren't laughing. I'm on an errand in between activities and time is quickly slipping by until I need to get the next child to the next activity. I need to be quick. The morning was filled with teaching and cleaning and cooking. The afternoon is filled with errands and more activities. The evening is filled with homework and more activities and more errands. December somehow adds on even more demands than a normal month. Quick I feel the time slipping through my fingers as if I'm trying to scoop a gallon of water with my hands. No time to pause and slow down to look and enjoy the displays. No time to feel the excitement just the pressure to make it perfect. That has been the status quo for the last I don't know how many years. I could sum up December with one word: overwhelming. This year though I have a new word: HOPE. I don't want to make it perfect. I don't want it to be exciting. I don't want it to be hyped up and then forgotten. I made a decision back in October to be calm during the month of December. I want to enjoy it with the kids not make it enjoyable for them. I am taking the month off to focus on the correct things during the month. I love youth group but I am spending time with my husband. My mornings are slower. I ordered a devotional from naptimediaries.com. Advent is the title. and I read from the Bible each morning and then the corresponding devotional. Love it. I also read the devotional from Shereadstruth.com. They are two different devotionals but they both speak about Hope. Hope as in a guaranteed expectation of things to come; healing for the broken hearted, comfort for those who are sad, rest for the weary. By the time Christmas has actually come I am beyond weary but this year I have Hope. I don't have to do everything, I can say no. I don't have to be everywhere, I can stay home. I am purposing to take time in the stores, to smile, to admire the hard work with the displays and to have Hope that this year is different.