Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The last Christmas ponderings of this year (I hope)
I missed having Stephanie's family here but we tried them visiting at Christmas just once. Warmer weather is much better for traveling with small children! So, the ideal Christmas of having all the family together around the table is not realistic in this home.
I have learned that to reach a level of satisfaction, I must give up any ideas for perfection. Life is hardly ever perfect. It is rare to pause in the midst of a day and take a mental snapshot of our life as it is. More often I find myself looking back... at the many days and years which have gone before... and wishing that I had more of a clue how special that time was in my life.
When I think back on the happy times... most of the loveliest memories happened in the everyday of living life... day by day... moment by moment. Memories of my own childhood, that of my children, family that has departed this world, friends who live far away... not many of the days we lived at the time were thought to be anything special. For instance, to this day I seldom enjoy the simple treat of pie and coffee without thoughts of sitting at a booth across from my mother and never imagining life without her in it.
So... this Christmas is now in the memory books as all the Christmas "stuff" has been packed. They await in the garage for hubby to place the on shelves (except for those precious few snowmen). It was a quieter Season than most people experience but I learned this past year to embrace the quiet. Instead of fighting circumstances, it can be a good thing to look for the blessing in them.
While I have such fond memories of my family in their childhood and teen years (sigh... even Christopher is now twenty), I learned that to light candles in the darkness... to let the guys watch a game together and curl up with a cat and a book... to enjoy hearing about the grandchildren's faces as they opened their gifts... good is possible when perfection is not. :)
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