I was all prepared to write about the kids awesome experience donating books to our local library, but that just isn’t going to happen tonight. When we were ready to head over, I found out that the library was closed. We had just missed them by about 15 minutes. Bummer!
Sometimes the simple things are the things that give us the most joy. Today was a great example of this; a special day for Cody and I. We were able to head out, just the two of us, for some much-needed one on one time. Cody came up to me a week ago asking for some money, so he could buy our family Christmas presents. He really felt bad that he didn’t have anything to give everyone. We talked about how hard money is to earn, and that if he really wanted to buy presents for everyone, he would have to earn the money, just like Dad does. He was all for it, just hesitant about how much he was going to have to work. […]
Yesterday, I talked about how many things have broke, don’t fit or can’t be found all within this past week. Well today was no exception. I was awakened to our youngest yelling at me to get up. It was really early for him to be up, so I asked him politely to stop yelling at me and tell me nicely what he needed. “There’s a fire!” I jumped up to see what was going on and then I saw it. Ah, my little one was at it again. He was trying so hard to be just like his big brother.
Cody came in earlier today, from doing chores outside, and mentioned to me that his winter boots really hurt his toes. Oh no, was my first thought, it can’t be. I just bought them at the end of last winter, 2 sizes bigger than he needed. But it was true. They are too small already, and this close to Christmas.
Just the thought of writing a sentence is hard for my little ones, but to write a whole letter, NO WAY. It just isn’t going to happen. Does that mean that they can’t take part in this yearly tradition? Of course not. We just have to modify it a bit, just like all their school work. So how do we modify it? Easy.
In this day and age of more things going digital, it is so nice to get actual mail that isn’t junk. Sending out those Christmas cards however, is much less appealing. I love the idea of finally dropping them in the post office bin, but getting them ready to mail is just so overwhelming. So now that Christmas card season is here, how do I go from being overwhelmed with getting one card out to getting out a hundred?
It seems like just yesterday I was cleaning out our master bedroom and now here we are getting ready to decorate for Christmas. I love to feel the warmth of a fully decorated house for Christmas. It brings so much joy every time I pull up to our house. However, getting the house decorated is another story altogether.
Christmas is for kids, is something I hear on the radio this time of the year. Ultimately, I think there is a lot of truth in that saying. I spend so much time planning, shopping, wrapping and cooking, all so the kids have a great Christmas. Yes, I want Christmas to be great for myself, but in reality I do most of the prep for our kids. It dawned on me this year that if Christmas Day is ultimately for the kids, then why are we making every December day leading up to Christmas about them too?
Is going shopping on Thanksgiving day worth it? Do you sacrifice time with family and friends for shopping? We throw out the reasons why the stores should respect Thanksgiving and give everyone, including the employees of the stores, time to visit with family. But in the end we always seem to come back to going shopping. All of the reasons why shopping shouldn’t be on Thanksgiving are of course still true, but when it comes down to me handing out our hard earned money, I want to hand over as little of it as possible. Don’t think that we give up on Thanksgiving. Oh no, that does not happen.
The Adventure Begins? Well maybe not the full adventure, but at least this trip, the trip of starting a Blog. I have prayed, listened, waited, questioned and now here I am moving forward with what I believe God has in mind for our chaotic family, the adventure of blogging.