I was proven right and I was proven wrong. My kids were so sweet to each other on Christmas Day. That alone gave me a sense of peace like no other. My family of origin took time to gather and that was a joy. I visited with or spoke to a few friends that have made my life merry and bright this year. I am grateful for loving people. Then as I drove my son home he shared with me the difficult emotions he had experienced in the middle of The Christmas. I spoke to another friend who spent the...
Christmas. I have been getting shit about my views of Christmas since I left a quote for the high school year book. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. I think I said something about the commercialization of it all. Someone corrected me and gave me the Charlie Brown speech, where Linus was reading the birth of Christ story from Matthew. So, let me start there. I’m no historian but it isn’t just the Seventh Day Adventists who don’t believe Jesus was born in December. Most Christians agree that he was born in the fall. Some say...
I was twenty-five when I had my first child. I won’t scar him by talking about the nursing trauma, but I will out him as a non-sleeper from the get-go. He was kinda like I am now, a stellar napper, but not so good at the night-time slumber. I have one particularly distinct memory of rocking him in the dark morning hours and praying for that kid to “go to sleep!” Somehow that night, my prayers started to shift. This thought rose up, “Maybe the boy needs comfort more than I need sleep.” That led me to ask for...
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