I remember as a kid watching the ball drop at Times Square on New Year's Eve on TV. I always envisioned parties and people, most of the time I watched alone. There have been years when I put on a mask and attended parties or other years that I stayed home alone, crying. Not wanting to face anyone. Still other times, I went to bed, sending my husband out without me because I was just tired and wanted sleep. This year was different. No mask, no need for sleep, no tears, just me, my family, some friends, no pressure to be anything or do anything. It was a New Year's Eve that was full of talk, laughter, games, food, fun, being together. We played Just Dance on the Wii and it was hilarious. Gals, guys, kids, boys - just a lot of fun. We weren't there to look good but there to enjoy. Arm wrestling matches and firecrackers. Champagne and sparkling cider. Savory food and sweet food. Most of all, it was the people that made the evening. Real people who could laugh at each other and themselves. Another time I maybe able to reflect on the year past and the year ahead but this night was just about the present.
Well we have had a major change this year in more ways than one. Robin is one of those major changes. At the beginning of the school year, only one week into it I received an email from someone I hadn't talked to for a couple of years. We had lost touch going to different churches and well life gets into the way and you just lose track of people. It's life. This particular Friday, I checked email like I do everyday. It was early afternoon when I received this email message from this particular friend. Her best friend from high school is the coordinator for a student exchange company. She had a student that needed a home, particularly a home in Ferndale. We lived in Ferndale and she thought of us, since we had kids and high school kids to boot. The boy was from Korea. His host family had a medical emergency and could no longer host him. He was living on a sofa and she was trying to find someone to host him. There were lots of offers for temporary housing but none for the long term. As a mom, my heart went out. I put myself in his mother's shoes. I thought about how I would feel sending my boy to a foreign country, me not speaking the language, knowing the culture, being too far away to be able to help. I immediately texted John. The answer was no, there was too much complication involved. I found out more information. He was 16, and very respectful. I talked to the kids. Job had his own room for the first time in his life. Both said no. I called to see if we could meet him. That Saturday we went over to Tammi's house. He was quiet, respectful and definitely a fish out of water. I felt like I was picking out a puppy. Once you see the puppies, you have to leave with one. Sunday after church we brought him home. The first thing after showing him around the house, and the room he would share with Job, the boys jumped on the Xbox and played Fifa. I think video games are the universal language. He plays soccer and joined the rec team with Job and then the indoor team as well. We've learned that 5 Guys Burgers and Fries is famous and we have been able to cross that off his bucket list. He likes to shop. He studies, a lot even during Christmas vacation. This is his first time celebrating Christmas. He lives in a city and so this is a little restricting I think to him. He is very independent and has no problem taking the bus into Bellingham. We are still learning about him and him about us. I never realized how much of a cultural difference there is between Korea and us. It is substantial. We are learning and growing.
The doors open and close behind the three kids wearing shin guards, shorts and blue t shirts. The inside of the building is not much warmer than the outside but there isn't any wind. They gather in a circle on the cement, talking and passing the ball around. Saying hello to the other parents, I find a place on the bench and lay down my blanket, stadium pad and camera bag. I pull out my camera, change all the settings and snap a few photos to make sure. The boys file to their spot and take the field. This time, Lona takes the field as well, filling in for another boy on the team. She takes some flack from her team mates but then the game starts. The opposing team gives her some leeway until she starts using her shoulders and hips, then they realize that she is serious and a contender. They are a little surprised with her tackles and realize they can't get through her and need to pass it off. She and Job combine when they can. This is one of my favorite parts, watching my kids play soccer together. So all three are out on the field, Job, Lona and Robin our exchange student. Job plays one position and one position only: mid-field. He can't play any other it seems. I love watching him take on a bigger guy but when he sees one coming full steam, he'll quickly pass the ball. I think getting bowled over a couple of times, has made him not hang onto the ball too long. Robin has played goalie in the past and he'll usually play for a half and then out on the field for the other half. He's come up with some amazing saves. It has been a fun season.
We gather round the living room. A coffee cup in my hand, camera at the ready. Job and Lona pass out presents, the rest gather on couches or the floor. Once the presents are stacked, the reading begins. We open our Bibles to either Luke or Matthew and read of the Nativity. This year taking turns reading paragraphs. Some of us make voices, some read more monotone, but we read. When we are done, and we've prayed, we take turns opening presents. Some of us (like John and I) know what our presents are. We had to confer with each other in order to purchase the correct thing. Some of us, tear into the paper. Others are meticulous in opening. I reuse brown paper bags as wrapping paper. It seems a little vintage and timeless to it. We laugh or get excited for ourselves for each other, telling stories and saying thank you. Then as we gather up the wrapping paper and throw it away, taking our stuff to various parts of the house, I pop the cinnamon roll croissants out of the oven that were 4 days in the making. We sit at the table together before wander off to play or put together our stuff. Phone calls are then made to parents and the day proceeds to dinner preparations. And then Christmas is done.
The bright powdery snow has coated the landscape with a magic that only appears in story books. The trees glisten with silver and the water bubbles and sparkles. The snow on the road crunches under foot. The fog starts to lift and the sun brilliantly peaks through illuminating the branches and brush. The trees standing tall, proud yet bare offer the perfect spot for a bald eagle to perch. They dot the tree line, sometime two, three or even ten in cluster on a tree. They come here to feed. Each year around the same time feeding on the spawning salmon. They call to each other with screeches only an Eagle can make, terrifying to a small animal yet very distinct. Wandering down river, they sit on branches preening their feathers and warming their backs in the sun before soaring above, looking for another meal or a branch to perch on. Their talons gripping the branch tight as they would a fish. Their beaks sharp and their eyes are piercing. The hunter within always ready, the power emanating from their eyes as they stare towards you. There is no fear shown and they fly not out fear but to show their mastery of the sky and display their skill for all to see.
We as a family have volunteered with Reach Out for years. Last year I took a break. I just couldn't do it but this year we were back at it. I even took the kids out of school in the afternoon to help out. Well, just Robin and Lona. One year, I brought my dad. He was amazed and it is amazing. This organization helps people, families have a Christmas when otherwise they wouldn't be able to. I like being able to think about someone else during a season that is so focused on us: what we want, what we look like, who is coming to see us. This is one of the things I can do to focus on others and their needs during the Christmas season. Another thing I do is look for the red bucket. At the beginning of December I make sure that I have $20 in ones. Then I try to shop just at the stores that allow the salvation army bucket to be outside their store. Each time I go in I stop to put in a $1. When I am out of ones, I get $20 more in ones. When Christmas is done, the red buckets are gone and I make sure that my ones all go into the buckets before they disappear. For me, these are an important part of the Christmas season and helps others, but in doing so helps me to look outside of myself.
One of the very first things we do for Christmas decorations is put up outside lights. I have to, well actually John has to do that for me. It is therapeutic for me. The twinkling soft white lights go on in the morning outside and then off when it gets light out, then on again as it gets dark. I love the sparkle and the twinkle. It makes the dark of the days less dark. My favorite is them peeking out of the snow but that rarely happens, yet this year it did, for a week and then a day and then it was done. But the lights did peek, and sparkle and twinkle and shine under the white blanket of snow.
It's funny how life changes. I had a photo that I was all set to use for our Christmas card this year. I had a plan to get them printed, stamped and sent by December 1st but then life happens and that plan went out the window in a big big way. We added to our family and that photo couldn't be used so we needed a new one. Thanksgiving came and went without a photo and so I had to wait. The snow came and left and came once more. Isaac arrived home in time for a photoshoot. Twenty minutes is all it took, that included leaving and returning home. Seven of us, with the dog, with hats, without hats, some flakes of snow, hair brushed or not. We accomplished a decent enough family photo for Christmas.