Lately I’ve been feeling a bit blue so it seemed only appropriate that I take part in the Sunday Stills: Blue.
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One of my favorite traditions is decorating the Christmas tree. Over the years my children and husband have been part of that tradition, sometimes more involved, sometimes not. Okay, so my husband sets up the tree and puts on the lights and he considers his job done. Since the big kids began college and aren’t home until days before the holiday, that leaves me and the little kids to do the job.
As you can imagine, young children and Christmas trees get along almost as well as Christmas trees and cats! Over the years we have adapted our decorating to accommodate the younger members of our family. For the most part, our tree and ornaments have survived. That is, until four year old Beej was old enough to reach the tree.
My mother recently asked me how my tree managed to survive all these years and children until now. I told her that none of those kids were little Beej!
Within an hour of the lights being added to the tree, Beej decided that they needed some minor tweaks. Somehow he ended up wrapped up in the lights himself! I’m sure he couldn’t resist the magical feeling of being surrounded by twinkling lights!
He meticulously placed each ornament so I have to believe that there is some secret four year olds logic to the large number of ornaments hung facing the tree. Maybe there’s something special hiding in the center of the tree? And the big gaping holes where there are no ornaments? Are those branches in trouble? Did they do something to offend Beej? When I point them out, he pointedly ignores the huge empty spots and places a second or third ornament on a nearby occupied branch.
Other ornaments do not receive the honor of making it on to the tree. Or maybe they hold another special distinction because I never know where I’m going to find them!
Poor Bert looks very lost and confused about he how ended up on the kitchen counter. And this sweet little Muppet found herself abandoned on the chair with an arm broken when Beej fumbled while trying to see if she could stand on her own.
It did not take me long to realize that I had two options- 1. Spend the entire holiday season being the Christmas tree police, or 2. Decorate the tree with unbreakable ornaments and pack away the precious heirlooms.
Knowing how easy it is to make an indelible memory in the mind of four year old, I chose option 2. I would rather have Beej (and any other grandkids to come) remember that I let them truly enjoy the tree, than have my nagging voice ringing through his head for the rest of his life! Thank goodness Target seems to carry an endless selection of $3 kid-friendly ornaments!
And on the plus side, just imagine how precious those older ornaments are going to be to us when we pull them out in a few years, after having them safely tucked away!
Two weeks ago I could tell you what was happening every day from that point on until today. I might have had to pause to remember which family members would be working or in this state or traveling, but I had it all figured out. Other than feeling a little tired in anticipation of the jam-packed two weeks, I was ready.
I’m not sure when things began to unravel, but unravel they did. The days got away from me and I felt like I was always behind, trying to keep up. I held on to some strands longer than others. I was able to keep up with my writing until last Wednesday when I slipped down the side of the mountain and now that I’m nearly at the bottom and the Friday deadline is looming, I’m not quite sure how this will play out. Oddly enough, other than total exhaustion on Thanksgiving day and a volatile three year old who spent the day sharing his many mood swings smack dab in the middle of the kitchen during food prep, the meal was prepared, edible, and somewhat on time. We are wrapping up a busy two weeks and preparing to pick up the pieces of everyday life until the next holiday hits!
I am thankful, grateful, and blessed for-
Celebrating our youngest family member’s birthday as only a preschooler can!
The pictures might be slightly blurry with wonky colors, but the memories are sharp and in focus.
Wishing you a belated and blessed Thanksgiving!
Andrew is my youngest child. He left three months ago to begin graduate school in Texas. I’ve gotten used to the idea of him coming and going. I’ve gotten used to having to travel to see him in his daily life setting. I’m not sure that I’ve gone three months without seeing him though, and it’s hitting me hard.
I’m certainly not lacking for company around the house. I see my oldest son, Michael, approximately 5 days a week and text with him every single day. His boys (my little guys) are with us when he’s working so they are here overnight and all 4-5 days a week. My middle kid, Kris, texts most days and calls more often than in more recent years. And my husband is always around when he’s not working.
Maybe it is the presence of all my other important people that makes his absence that much harder. Andrew is my quiet (QUIET) kid. He doesn’t text much. Calls once in a blue moon. And Skype or Facetime? Forget it! It seems like only yesterday I took for granted his quiet steady presence in the house. He didn’t have to make noise for me to feel it.
Being a musician at music school, he can’t hide from me on social media so I am eternally grateful for live feeds and posts from his studio. I can hear him play. I can see that he’s alive and well. But, boy, I can’t wait for him to come home next week!
How did it get so late so soon?
How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
This post is in response to #SundayStills- On the Road.
Have a great week!
“I mark the hours, every one, Nor have I yet outrun the Sun. My use and value, unto you, Are gauged by what you have to do.”—Inscription on Hermione Granger’s borrowed Time-Turner
If time feels like it’s passing quickly, it never feels more so than in November. I blame it on NaNoWriMo. This month just flies by and without dedication and perseverance, you don’t stand a chance of winning! I am on Day 6 here, which means that to be on track to complete on time, I need to have 10,002 words written by the end of the day. I am happy to report that I have been pleasantly surprised by my progress so far. While I still need to sit down and write today, I’m keeping up with my word count. I haven’t run out of story to tell yet. AND my characters are behaving. That is one of my biggest concerns during this time- that my characters will decide to do their own thing. In past years that has been known to happen. My partner in this competition who keeps me motivated and on track is my middle kiddo, Kris, who has also participated in Nano since the beginning. She reported to me last night that one of her characters was taking over the story and she was working to get the others in line with this emerging leading man!
I’m feeling optimistic and inspired this year. Since this hasn’t been the case in previous years, I’m taking it as a good sign. And if things go south, I guess I’ll have to figure out how to work my Time-Turner* necklace and buy myself more time.
It’s time for me to get working on that 10,002 goal for the day! Hope you’re able to complete your NaNo novels or other projects in a timely manner. If not, you might want to consider getting a Time-Turner of your own! (Contact Hermione and she’ll hook you up!)
This post is part of Sunday Stills- Time
Have a great day!
*Hermione Granger is a character in the Harry Potter books and movies. She uses the Time-Turner to attend more classes because there aren’t enough hours in one day for her to learn everything that she would like. How cool is that!
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