Peace in the Unplanned

 One of my strengths, and also weaknesses is that I am a planner.  I plan my school lessons a week ahead and get the copies made for the next week on Fridays.  I like to plan our family’s calendar so we know who is supposed to be where and when we are supposed to be there.  I try to plan meals and outfits ahead of time, and I especially like to plan for special occasions and holidays.  In many ways this is a strength, as it helps decrease stress, manage time, and coordinate the chaos that is our busy life.  In other ways it is a terrible weakness as re-grouping when plans change can be very stressful for me. 

 

This has been one of those weeks that was well planned out, and then totally changed 14 times.  While the winter weather has been pretty, it has turned my well-planned week into something totally different.  We were only in-person for school one day this week, so my copies will go to the scrap paper pile, I’m scrambling with the unknown to replan my students’ beloved Valentine party.  I realize some of my kiddos don’t have all the text books they would typically need, and doggone it, I didn’t get to wear my cute Valentine dress to school today.  My family had a hectic week of after-school appointments that we had been planning for, only to re-plan them factoring in extra time for the bad road conditions.  And as I sat last night planning my school work for today (Thursday and Friday are usually the days I spend my prep time planning and preparing for the next week) I realized I don’t even know how to plan as the weather forecast for next week is questionable at best as more snow and ice is predicted for our region. 

 

But then early this morning I sat snuggling a little guy in footie pajamas who woke up about 5:15.  As I cuddled with him I watched the light starting to peek into the sky, and I thought about all the blessings that have come from this week.  While a LOT of things were still accomplished, the pace at which they happened has been drastically different.  And God gently reminded me of my word for 2021, “STILL.”  This week I have actually had some time to be still, some time to do things I never would have done otherwise.  I rarely drop our boys off at daycare because it is the opposite direction of my school, but this week I was able to take them (cause face it, we learned during quarantine that remote teaching and having littles at home is NOT an amazing combination) and we had some pretty fun and adorable conversations on those slow, snowy drives.  Since our home internet consists of my phone hotspot and is little more than dial-up speed, I then have driven a few blocks from daycare to an amazing little coffee shop in our downtown where I can use their high speed internet and a quiet corner to accomplish hours and hours of productive school work while also enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and a breakfast sandwich- two things that would usually never have the chance to accompany my hectic day.  And by having the chance to work for hours daily without many of usual interruptions (classroom phone, meetings, remembering to post lunch count, etc), it is the first time in MONTHS I have actually felt like my head was somewhat above water on school work.  There really are some wonderful silver linings to the unplanned. 

 While I still don’t know what is going to happen for the beloved Valentine party (ya’ll- that is a BIG deal in elementary school), I don’t know if (a) will get to deliver treats to his church friends on Sunday, I don’t know what the weather holds for this next week, and I don’t know how to plan for those things, I’m learning to find some beautiful peace in the unplanned. 

 

“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” Proverbs 16:9

What I Didn't Know I Didn't Know

 Five years ago this morning was also a Thursday.  We left the house very early, a bundle of nerves and excitement.  We each had a bag on our shoulder as we walked hand in hand into the hospital to have our first baby.  There were some things we knew that morning.  We knew our lives were about to change forever.  We knew we were having a little boy and we knew what we were going to name him.  We knew he was breech, so I would be having a c-section, which I knew would come with some recovery difficulties. 

 

There were also things we KNEW that we didn’t know.  We knew we didn’t know much about parenting, but knew we could learn as we went.  We knew that we didn’t know what he was going to look like, or that he would have 2 deep dimples that would melt our hearts in just a look.  We knew we didn’t know much about figuring out a sleep pattern with an infant, and we would be winging it as we went.

 

But what we really didn’t know, was what didn’t know.  I didn’t know that I didn’t know how my heart could so easily expand to love another.  I didn’t know that I didn’t know how much more I would appreciate my husband as I watched him care for us, and saw the fear on his face when my recovery complications were MUCH worse than we had ever anticipated. 

 

And as five years have flown past us, there have been so many more things that we didn’t know we didn’t know.  I didn’t know there would be SO many questions that I wouldn’t know how to answer.  I didn’t know that there would be so many times I wouldn’t know how to fix the toy or make the injury feel better.  I didn’t know there was so much I didn’t know about rodeo or super heroes.  I didn’t know that I wouldn’t know how to handle friendships that weren’t always the best influences or that I wouldn’t know how to help his broken heart when he was missing his friends who were the best influences and dearest supporters.  I didn’t know there would be so many times I would marvel at what he said or did, because I didn’t know he was capable of that task yet or had never heard him use that vocabulary before. 

 

In five years, there has been SO much that I didn’t know I didn’t know.  And that discovery has brought so much joy in parenting.  Every day is a new adventure.  Some days the adventure is exhausting and extremely challenging.  Some days it is the best ride ever.  I learn something new every day, and experience new moments I never want to forget. 

 

If I have learned anything by being a momma it’s this: there is so much I didn’t know I didn’t know- and those precious pearls of discovery are priceless gems.

 

Happy 5^th Birthday, (a)! Thank you for teaching me so much and helping me love bigger than I knew I was capable of. 

It Won't Last Long

 I think some days raising little ones is like surviving winter.  Winter is often harsh, challenging, and it seems like everything I want to do takes longer in the winter.  Cooking isn’t as fast because I don’t often brave the cold to use the grill, going outside is harder because you have to bundle up, the nights are LOOONNNGGG the days are short, and the cold and dark make my brain foggy. 

 

Having little ones is in the house can also be harsh (some of the things little boys can say to you are BRUTALLY honest), challenging, and EVERYTHING I want to do takes longer.  Though (a) is about to turn 5, he still has the difficult sleep pattern of a newborn- the kind where we are up every 1-2 hours with him- so the nights are LOOONNNGG, but the days are short, and all the chaos and noise often make my brain foggy.

 

But the other thing about winter is this… it doesn’t last long.  The beautiful snow that fell yesterday will be gone in a day or two, the days are already getting longer, and spring will be here soon changing many of the circumstances that are brought by winter. 

 

And as I look at the faces of my sweet littles, I realize the exact same thing… it won’t last long.  (a) has already decided he is too big to take a bath and wants to take his own shower every morning with “big kid” soap, brush his own teeth, gel his hair, use deodorant (which totally cracks me up, but we sure aren’t going to discourage good hygiene habits), and use “toothpicks” to clean his ears- all on his own.  (b) is learning a new word every day, and becomes more independent by the minute.  Like the snow on the ground, if I blink my eyes it will be over and everything will be changing. 

 

So this morning I will take just an extra minute to enjoy the beauty of the snow- it won’t last long.  And last night, despite the monumentous amount of work it took to get them bundled up in winter gear to go spend 30 minutes in the barn, I took an extra minute or two to just watch them play, giggle at the cuteness of being all bundled up like marshmallows, snap a quick picture or two, and take in their laughter and the moment… because it won’t last long. 

 

“Jesus said, ‘Let the little children coe to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’” Matthew 19:14

Quarantine Chronicles

 There is currently a small, toy children’s mop drying in the downstairs shower.  It is drying out because (b) decided yesterday he would dunk it in the toilet so he could mop the carpet in the basement living room.  Where was his momma while this was happening? Teaching math.  From the computer in my basement office. 

 

As is the case with MANY families I know, a COVID diagnosis landed us in lockdown and I was NOT prepared for the fact that it would take a much more difficult toll on my mental health than my physical health.  The home we love, with acres of land to enjoy, sits way back off the road in the woods… where no company can bring us internet that is any faster than the equivalent of dial-up.  For day to day emails and such it isn’t a big deal, but when it comes to working full time remotely it is a TOTALLY different ball game.  And so, we improvise.  My school is fully remote right now, so along with a live Google Meet daily I am also spending HOURS a day making instructional lesson videos… from my CAR in the school parking lot where I can access high speed internet.  It is working- but is definitely the most unconventional thing I have done in my whole career. 

 

From home, I can use my dial-up speed hotspot to access the things I need in my Google Suite for Education so I can check student work and post many of my daily assignments.  I have also found a way to film my math lessons from home so that all I have to do from the car is upload them.  While teaching remotely will NEVER be my preference, I feel like I mostly have figured out how to make it work.  What I do NOT have figured out is how to teach full time and “mom” full time from the same space. 

 

The mop incident was just one of many crazy adventures I was not prepared for. (a) is my HGTV watching buddy in the evenings, so he can quote nearly every commercial for cleaning products that are in our house.  And he has been breaking into the locked cleaning supply cabinet and emerging with products as he quotes all their benefits and uses while begging to use them.  He has used so much glass cleaner on our sliding doors that there is a film instead of a sparkle.  There are some sections of kitchen tile grout that are quite clean from magic erasers and he would like to go through every Swiffer mop pad in the house.  I think they are intentionally making messes on the carpet because he is just dying for an opportunity to use some rug cleaner.  He is also using the opportunity of my work distraction to raid the cabinets and refrigerator.  I’m sure they have consumed more junk food than I even knew was in the house, and seem to think our kitchen is an endless buffet.  In the meantime, (b) is dragging shoes from every closet and wearing them around the house and trying to jump rope with random cords he is unplugging from the wall.  And in my state of mom “survival mode” I have mostly just ignored, tried not to cry, and intervened only for safety issues. 

 

Quarantine with children is NOT for the faint of heart.  My hats off to all the families juggling work from home and remote learning- ya’ll are rock stars.  However, there have been some sweet moments where I have looked up and caught (a) reading to (b), found them eating cheese sticks and strawberries under a blanket in the sunshine, or (a) working hard to keep practicing writing his letters and working letter puzzles. 

Yes, we will survive (though I might emerge with a few more gray hairs than I started with).  (A) and I are officially free, and the boys only have a few days left.  We are thankful that our health situation was VERY mild, and we will be very thankful to put our Quarantine Chronicles as a humorous memory from the past instead of the stressful reality of the present.  Now I better go find out what that crash was in the hallway…

 

“Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me.” Psalms 54:4

Moving Forward

 I’m going to admit something for all the world to read… my husband is a wise man.  Wise in his study and wise in his counsel (and he is tired of listening to his wife worry and cry).  You see for the last several months, actually since about March, I have spent a lot of energy worrying over and fearing for our children’s future.  I follow current events and I understand history.  I have watching the venomous political climate from both sides of the aisle, the social unrest throughout the country, the way politics can sway economics so drastically, everyone has a firm belief on their science, their opinion, their truth,  and how all of this has pit friends and family hatefully against each other from behind the safety of a keyboard and social media platform. 

 

For months this has sent me reeling and feeling desperate about the world in which we are raising our children and fearful for their futures.  Last week on a particularly difficult day, my husband, in his wisdom, suggested I go back to the book of Nehemiah (he knows I’m an Old Testament junkie) and just re-read the account of what was happening.  He also reminded me that despite how I was feeling by watching current events, God is faithful to those who are faithful to Him.  If you are unfamiliar with the story of Nehemiah, here is the “Kristi’s notes version”- the walls of Jerusalem were in ruins and what had been God’s city was decimated.  His people were scattered in every direction as they had been conquered and it really looked like most hope was lost.  But Nehemiah (who was a layman and somewhat of a political figure- NOT the priest or prophet of the time) had on his heart to rebuild the city walls and bring glory to God.  And with some help from a faithful few, that is exactly what he did.  It came with a lot of opposition, some threats, and some people who thought he was crazy.  When the walls were finished the people gathered for a celebration, and Ezra, the spiritual leader, got out the book of God’s law and began reading it to the people.  When he did this they realized just how terribly far they had come from what God called them to be, and they were heartbroken and crying, and tearing their clothes.  But then “The Levites calmed all the people , saying, “Be STILL, for this is a holy day.  Do not grieve.” Nehemiah 8:11  And there it was… my breath caught in my throat as I read… BE STILL… my word for the year.  For this is a holy day, do not grieve.

 

Here I have been grieving for my children the simpler days of what the world was like when I was their age, and stressing about their futures, but that is not what I’m called to do.  Ezra went on to tell the people that it was true, they had messed up, but that wasn’t what mattered going forward.  They were working NOW to do the right thing, to restore God’s city and to reunite God’s people, they were working to NOW follow what God was calling them to do, and they should rejoice in that and in his word. 

 

And so, moving forward, I am determined to readjust my heart.  While I still may shake my head at the world around me or try to make wise decisions in regards to it- I am done grieving for my children, because honestly, there is more important work to be done.  The work of teaching them and raising them to love the Lord, to stand for His truth, and to be who He called them to be.  That instead of just worrying about the world around them, to be like Nehemiah and do something about it.  Reminding them it may not always be popular or easy, but God did not ever promise us popular or easy in life.  When I look into their sweet, ornery faces I will look with hope for the future instead of fear, and with the peace of knowing that God is faithful to those who are faithful to Him.  And in that peace… I am moving forward.

But STILL

 As the new year approached, I began to pray about what word God would like me to focus on this year.  This is something I have done for the past few years.  Some years it has been a very quick, audible answer.  The first year I took a word it wasn’t even something I was looking for, but something that God called me to do.  This year it took a little more time to determine what my word would be.  A few things bounced around before God made it clear… STILL.  My word for the year is STILL.

 

There were some Bible verses I immediately thought of when I heard the word STILL, but within those verses the word STILL means different things.  As a matter of fact, when I looked at the dictionary entry for the word STILL, I discovered it can be used as four different parts of speech- a noun, a verb, an adverb, and an adjective.  And within those 4 parts of speech there are at least six different meanings.  I must admit, that feels a little daunting, because as I look at the year ahead, I just have a feeling God is going to be teaching me about many of those different meanings and how they require me to depend on Him.

 

Yesterday evening was very emotional for me.  It was a hectic day at school as usual, followed by a teachers’ meeting as soon as the students left and then a couple more hours of work to get report cards printed, digital materials posted for my remote learning students, parent messages responded to, and supplies organized for the next morning.  I hadn’t been paying any attention to my phone or any sort of news source since my break at lunch many hours earlier.  As I prepared to leave my classroom for the night around 5:00, I picked up my phone off my desk only to find multiple news notifications about current events at the Capital Building.  Immediately, I could feel panic rising inside me.  I had been following some of the new developments out of the congress the last couple days and this last news was the final straw to tip me into full blown anxiety.  I found myself in tears of fear, frustration, and worry.  And in a gentle voice, God reminded me, “Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations.  I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10  While many people may not be acknowledging God’s sovereignty, it does not change the fact that he WILL be exalted, and my anxious heart needs to be STILL (adjective meaning) and trust Him.  In my still very emotional state (full disclosure- probably a combo of current events AND hormones) I began texting my mom about what was going on.  As a part of her response she noted that no matter what, “God is STILL on the throne.”  There it was again… STILL  (adverb meaning). 

The beach has always been one of my favorite places to be STILL.

 I don’t even want to pretend I know what this year is going to bring to our lives.  I know there will be days as I mom that I need to STILL myself (verb meaning) from all the distractions and just focus on my little ones.  I know there will be times I will wonder how long teaching will STILL involve restrictions.  And I know it will take a lot of practice for me to be STILL and let God lead- because I usually am a person who wants to quickly jump to ACTION.  But despite whatever this year brings, He will STILL be Lord of my life.  He will STILL be exalted.  He will STILL hold me in the palm of His hand.  And I will STILL trust Him for each step of the way, because even STILL He is faithful. 

 

I look forward to sharing with you this year all the things I am STILL learning.  #beSTILL #butSTILL

2020's Best Blessings

 I don’t know that I have talked to anyone lately who would say 2020 was the best year of their life.  It was filled with challenges, heartache, and being stretched in many difficult ways.  However, as long as I have been writing, I have given you my top 10 blessings of the previous year (cause face it, I do NOT do resolutions) and I was determined that 2020 would be no different.  I may have had to look at blessings a little differently- many of them were new discoveries, so here are 10 of my favorite things from the past year.

 

10.  Lake Beaches

When it became apparent that there would be no beach vacation for our family this year, and many other summer recreation activities were a “no go”, we discovered the beaches at two large lakes- one near my parents’ in Indiana, and one near our home.  For several weeks out of the summer, we spent a day a week enjoying the water, sun, and sand.  It sure didn’t replace the white sand beaches of the Gulf Coast, but they are fantastic gems we would probably not have discovered otherwise.

 

9.  Shop Small Discoveries

I have always been a big fan of supporting small, local businesses, but this year more than ever it became so apparent how important that was.  As we watched businesses close down amid the pandemic and restaurants struggle to stay afloat with carry-out business, we became VERY intentional about where we spent our money.  In doing so, I discovered a lot of amazing little businesses and restaurants in our community and region.  I found great places to purchase my spring flowers, have cute t-shirts made, buy adorable clothes for our new nieces, get the supplies we need for our pony, the best donuts in southern Illinois, fantastic BBQ, delicious Mexican food, the list goes on and on.  These are places we will continue to frequent and support and I am so thankful that we found them!

 

8.  Pre-K

Some days it is hard to believe our (a) is old enough to be in Pre-K, but I have vowed to enjoy every step of their growing up.  The nerdy, teacher part of me just absolutely LOVES watching him develop reading and writing skills.  He can recognize all his letters and he wants to spell every single word he hears or sees.  He likes to write lists, write names, and create art.  While it is a constant reminder of how quickly he is growing, it fills me with so much joy to see him fall in love with learning.

 7.  Our Property

We were so very thankful, in 2018, when we moved to Illinois to find a home that worked well for us on 10 acres of property with a barn already in place for our future.  However, this year we had so much more time to explore and invest in the property more than ever before, and we realized just was a blessing it was.  There is a pretty little creek on the front of the property that (a) discovered in the spring while we were at home for several weeks.  MANY afternoons of our spring and summer were spent on that creek bank playing, looking for animal tracks, finding neat stones, and splashing in the water.  We spent time cleaning out the barn (lots of stuff left by the previous owner) to turn it into “The Pony Palace”.  And many, many hours were spent walking and riding the trails through our woods and making s'mores in the back yard.  In a year where we spent more time at home than ever before, we realized just how blessed we were with the “new” place we call home.

 6.  Special Neighbors

While it seems odd to say that we made friends during a global shutdown, it is exactly what happened for our family.  More time home in our yard, meant a chance to meet others who were out working in their yards.  A wave across the road, turned into visits out in the yard, turned into a new friendship that we absolutely cherish. 

 

5.  Wayne City Youth Rodeo

This past summer we began a new adventure as a jr rodeo family.  It was a lot of fun to watch (a) compete in something he loves (even though he truthfully isn’t very good yet), but more importantly it was so precious to watch him make new friends, look up to older kids, and learn how to be a respectful competitor.  It was a blessing for us as parents to find other families whose kids “speak the same language” as our cowboy, always stand for the flag, and pray in the name of Jesus.  Our youth rodeo experiences through the summer were huge highlights of our year.

 4.  Brotherly Love

Throughout the year we saw our sweet (b) turn from 6 months to 18 months as the first of each month rolled over.  While we watched him become more vocal and active he began to crawl, walk, run, and chase.  In doing so, we began to see more and more interaction between our two funny boys.  They really are the BEST of friends.  And now that they can keep up with each other, they are always involved in some sort of play or adventure together.  They want to dress alike, be in the same place at the same time, play with the same toys, and 99% of the time they are both very excited about it.  Watching them love each other so dearly makes my Momma heart swell to the point it could just explode.  Now, I just hope they will make room for baby number 3 to join their tight brother bond.

 

3.  Time

2020 brought with it a gift I never expected, and that was the gift of time.  I spent more days, weeks, and months with my husband and boys than ever before.  The time my school was shut down followed by summer break was longer than any maternity leave or summer break I have ever had in my life.  Our evenings of no meetings or events lead to more consecutive family dinners than we have been able to experience in our entire marriage.  While there were many difficult and challenge things about staying home for so long, I will forever cherish the time it gave me.  I was able to experience so many milestones with the boys that I might have missed.  We crafted and read and played and snuggled for more uninterrupted hours than ever before, and for that I will forever be thankful.

2.  Snoopy

I’m convinced my (A) thought I was a little crazy when I told him it was time to give in to (a)’s pleadings and get him a pony for our home.  He has loved his ponies at the farm for a couple years, but he wanted to have one at our house so he could ride whenever he wanted to.  Thankfully (A) was willing to oblige me and the process began of preparing the barn, laying out a plan for fence, and most importantly we asked for some help in finding the perfect pony.  It was a search that took some time, but in the end we brought home the sweetest guy for our two cowboys.  The time we are spending together at the barn, the lessons in responsibility, and the chance he has to become more comfortable as a rider have all been worth it.  Having our pal, Snoopy, join our crazy crew as a major highlight of 2020.

 

 

1.  Baby #3

While 2020 took a lot from us, the best thing it gave us was sweet baby #3.  This little one was prayed for, planned for, has already shown us the faithfulness and goodness of God.  There are still many things to do to get ready for this arrival in the spring, but one thing is sure- our hearts are excited to welcome this little one into our lives.  While (b) has no clue what is happening, (a) is so very happy to be a big brother again, and he has lots of plans for the three of them together.  We, as parents, know we are about to be outnumbered and out energized, but we are still looking forward to every bit of the wild ride we will be on. 

 Thank you Lord, that though this year has been difficult, you have still filled it with abundant and gracious blessings!  Here’s to the excitement and joy set before us in 2021.  Happy New Year!

 

“Surely you have granted him unending blessings and made him glad with the joy of your presence.” Psalm 21:6

The Wonder of the Miracle

 Maybe it is just the hormones, but I have found that there is something about being with-child at Christmas that makes the whole season more reflective.  This is the third time I am expecting during a Christmas season, and the second time that I am far enough along that the baby’s presence is extremely evident both in how I look and that I can feel all the movements and kicks within me.  When I hear the account of Elizabeth seeing Mary and how the baby inside of her “leapt for joy” I can’t help but put a hand to my middle.  When I think of Mary taking a journey to another region on foot or by donkey, I can’t help but think of how her body must have felt the physical toll.  I find myself more aware of the reality of God’s love to come in the form of a human when I am growing a tiny human myself.

 

Our first two babies were visited in the hospital by friends and relatives.  There were pictures taken, gifts delivered, and a million oohs and aahs.  I was attended to by doctors and nurses and the baby was checked and rechecked around the clock for the first couple days.  I can’t help but think of what it must have been like to have been all alone in a stable- no midwife to help, no grandparents to marvel or friends to come be supportive.  Instead, the celebration visit came from strangers and her husband was all the help Mary had.  What a beautifully humble beginning God chose to make his grand entrance into our world. 

 

The celebration for the newborn Savior was nothing like I can image as a new mom- a special star to announce his arrival and a multitude of heavily hosts praising God as they spread the news.  What a beautiful and unique way of spreading the news compared to our calls, texts, and social media posts. 

 

And while expecting our first at Christmastime, I really took hold of a verse that hit me in a way like never before.  Luke 2:19 tells us “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”  While I carried a child close to my own heart, got a glimpse for the first time of what it might have been like to have such a front row seat to the arrival of Emmanuel.  I don’t think Mary was anywhere near as clueless as the song “Mary Did You Know?” makes her out to be.  While there were many details that I would guess she didn’t know or understand- the angel make it pretty clear to her and Joseph that the baby she was carrying, delivering, and raising was the Son of God, that his kingdom would never end, that he would save his people from their sins, that his name meant God with us, and that NOTHING was impossible for God.  And his mother, cherished and thought about each of these things as she watched the miracle unfold.

 

I think of how I have tried to cherish the moments of my children’s birth stories- how and when we found out, how the news was spread, what the scene was like in the delivery room, what it felt like to get the first look at their sweet faces, and watching the joy on the faces of others as they met them for the first time.  I think of how I wonder what their futures will be like and who they will grow up to be, and I get a tiny glimpse of what it must have been like to watch God’s plan in motion. 

 

Through the lens of an expecting momma, I feel the miracle to be even more miraculous, the celebration to be even more exciting, the joy to be even more contagious, and the thankfulness I feel to be so much greater.  God loved us enough to come into the world with the most humble beginning, to experience humanity like us, to love the least of these of which I am, and to save sinners just like me.  Thank you God, for the gift of you Son, and the precious wonder of Christmas. 

 

Merry Christmas, from our home to yours!!

Life Lessons Making Christmas Cookies

 When I was a little girl, I always loved making Christmas cookies.  It was one of my favorite traditions we did at my house every year.  When I got married and moved out, I continued to make cookies to share with others because I loved doing it, and I dreamed of the day that I would make Christmas cookies with my own children.  Now my mom did a lot of baking for the holidays, but when I say Christmas cookies, I’m mean the sugar cookies that you cut out with cute festive cookie cutters and then decorate with beautiful icing and sprinkles. 

 

For the last two years, we have finally reached that stage I always dreamed of- the one where we make Christmas cookies together.  And I have had to learn something, it doesn’t go EXACTLY how I dreamed it would.  I quickly had to realize that, while he does love to help in the kitchen, my (a) doesn’t have the patience or attention span to both cut out AND decorate cookies.  I had to choose one focus.  That was hard for me, as I have always been a homemade kind of cook, and sugar cookies are no exception, but I had to give in and realize that if I wanted this to be fun and successful, at least for a few years I was going to need to retreat to the precut cookies I could purchase at the grocery.  That way he could still lay them out on the cookie sheet (which is what he currently thinks is successfully baking cookies) and feel very accomplished, but there was still excitement and attention span left for the decorating part.  I also had to learn, that my idea of beautiful icing and sprinkles wasn’t always his idea of the same thing.  I love for my cookies to look cute, festive, and appealing to eat.  He loves to add icing of many different colors and LOTS of sprinkles.  I find myself often wanting to “help” him, and he is quick to let me know he has it covered just the way he is doing it.

 

Last weekend was no exception as we began our annual cookie baking.  I had to remind myself there are important life lessons in cookie baking- you can’t control it all.  Sometimes the end product doesn’t look exactly how you want it to look, but that is ok, sometimes, even better than you could have planned yourself.  Sometimes, you have to pick your battles and decide what is most important.  While I prefer cutting out my own cookies, I would rather have fun and maintain his interest and investment in the project- so until he his old enough to handle it we will just keep using the precut cookies, it is not a battle I am willing to pick.

 

But here is the good news, there are some parts of cookie baking that have been everything I ever dreamed of!  He gets SO excited when the opportunity presents itself.  Last weekend, our elf delivered our cookie making supplies on Saturday morning.  Our boys are exceptionally early risers, so he was up by a little after 6 and was SO excited to find everything we needed that by 6:30 he was BEGGING to start our cookie project.  He feels so proud and independent as he arranges all the precut cookies on the cookie stone the way he wants them, and he giggles as we ask Siri to set our timer (though he is frustrated she only responds to my voice, not his haha).  As we work, we turn up the Christmas music in the kitchen and have our own singing/dance party, that usually finds us both in fits of giggles as we work.  And the best part, is hearing him decide who he wants to share his cookies with.  He often will finish one and announce “this one is for daddy”, “this one is for (b)”, or “I’m going to eat this one!”  Last weekend, he was aware that our neighbor, who (a) loves, was recovering from some surgery, so he proudly announced he was going to take cookies to him.  He carefully selected the ones he wanted to send over, and put them on a plate to deliver.  I’m not sure who was more excited- (a) to give them, or the neighbors to receive them.

 

And after a successful cookie adventure like that, I remember there are other important life lessons learned while making Christmas cookies.  Every project is better with laughter, music, and dancing. Whether cleaning, doing yard work, or cookie baking- turn up the music and dance until you laugh.  Good things are better when shared with others. The best part of the cookies is who you share them with. 

 

It’s amazing how may life lessons a mom can learn by simply making Christmas cookies.

“I applied my heart to what I observed and learned a lesson from what I saw” Proverbs 24:32

Seek and Find

 I will admit it, I’m a sucker for Christmas light displays.  As a little girl I loved when we would drive around and see the beautiful light displays at homes and neighborhoods, and I really have never outgrown it.  In many way (a) is my mini-me.  One of those ways is that he also LOVES Christmas and he really enjoys light displays as well.  We are fortunate that there are several homes in our town that do a spectacular job.  There is also a great park display both in our town and in a town 20 minutes away.  A fun element to the park displays and even a couple home displays, is a “seek and find” character.  In our park you are looking for Wanda, an elf who moves each week.  The park at Carlyle has you searching for Pyper the Penguin.  A local home encourages you to find their Orphan (the local high school mascot) of moves each day.  (a) loves to drive by the light displays often, but he is also a huge fan of the seek and find characters.  Sometimes he even asks to go by a second time if he didn’t find the character on his first look.  I also love that all these displays have a nativity with them as well.  In our car it is just as exciting when we spot the baby Jesus as when we find one of the characters.  Someone will announce “There he is!!” and everyone else gets excited to oooo and ahhh over the light-up version of the sweet baby Savior. 

 

In our home this year, we began the adventures of an “Elf on the Shelf.” I realize secular traditions such as Santa and elves can be controversial, but in our home, we choose to do them for fun and work very hard to keep them in proper context compared to the real star of the show- Jesus.  For the last few mornings, it has been fun to watch (a) get up and go looking for his pal, Elfie, to see where he is and what he was supposedly up to while we were sleeping. 

 

I have a confession to make.  If I’m being honest, I feel like this year is bringing in a Christmas season where I am having do so some “seek and find” myself to discover the joy of the season.  So many of our normal traditions have either been cancelled, or have been modified in such a way that they are stressful instead of fun.  Shopping is pretty awkward these days, and I have a hard time falling in love with the hassle of the online shopping experience.  I have no idea how to plan visits to grandparents and such as we never know when someone might end up in quarantine and change all the plans.  I am trying so hard to find ways to still make Christmas fun for my students, but restrictions have made it impossible to do many of my usual activities, and our school Christmas program is completely out this year.  Even my usual festive Christmas dresses aren’t fitting very well over my growing baby bump haha!

 

I keep reminding myself, that the true reason for the season- the true joy- is still there, it will never change.  I just have to look for it, go searching after it, and try again if I miss it the first time.  The joy isn’t found in the programs, activities, traditions, or even family visits.  Those are so much FUN, but they aren’t the real JOY.  The true joy is in the gift of a Savior, the love God showed us by such a humble beginning, the faithfulness of a God who was willing to become human and walk among us.  When I seek those things, they really aren’t so hard to find.  Even in a year where Christmas feels so different, I pray that I am able to keep seeking the most important things, because I KNOW they are there for me to find.

 

“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13

What I Always Prayed For

 Last Saturday, I looked around and realized I was shopping in Stuff*mart on the Saturday before Thanksgiving.  The day when they are out of nearly everything and the place is busy with everyone making their Thanksgiving preparations.  Our Thanksgiving travel plans had taken a drastic change that meant we would be home instead of on the road for the holiday, and I wanted to make the best of it by doing some fun things and decorating for Christmas.  And not only was I shopping, I had the whole family in tow.  (a) was excited to pick out a tree for his bedroom, (b) was just excited to see all the Christmas decorations, and (A) was crazy enough to suggest to them that they could choose a new singing/dancing Christmas character to add to our collection of noise under the tree.  After a few minutes we had a tree chosen, it was not pre-lit so he also got to choose some lights to add to it, and I had one VERY excited 4-year-old.  A few more minutes later there was a new (quite noisy) dancing, saxophone playing Rudolph added to the cart- as well as a singing Santa nightlight that they had also managed to talk their Daddy into.  The Christmas end of the store wasn’t terribly busy, but next I needed to head to the grocery side just to grab a few quick things.  It was far more crazy on that side of the store, so (A) and the boys decided to hang out off to the side of a clothing aisle just close enough to see the display of Christmas cooking making supplies while I quickly grabbed the handful of items I needed.  I was looking for a few things we needed to make these fun turkey cookies I remembered my mom helping us with as little girls.  I was also looking for some Christmas sprinkles and such for upcoming projects. 

By the time I returned to the spot where I had left my family, they were gone, and of course (A) had forgotten his phone at home.  I spent nearly 10 minutes wandering the store looking for them when I heard (a) yell “Mama!”  That call was followed by the sound of Rudolph’s saxophone playing and the singing light up Santa.  (A) looked like he was a little worse for wear as the boys beamed with mischief all over their faces.  Apparently (a) had taken the opportunity to add 73 additional things to his Christmas list and (b) was trying to escape the cart to excitedly run through the aisles of the store.  Without even saying anything we were in agreement that we were ready to checkout and get out of there.  But as a looked at those two excited, ornery faces, and a cart full of Christmas and project preparations, I couldn’t help but tear up right there in the Stuff*Mart.  I looked at (A) and over the sound of Rudolph’s saxophone playing, Santa’s singing, and (a) making one more request for a toy he saw, I smiled and said, “You know, this is what we always prayed for!”

 

One night this week (b) was particularly “busy” and crazy, aka INTO EVERYTHING.  I had made a mostly-failed attempt at our Christmas card pictures, until our little loves rebelled and we emerged from my setup at the basement tree with me feeling slightly defeated.   (a) was SO excited about decorating for Christmas that he had us hopping in 4 directions around the house, (A) was trying to get laundry caught up, I was preparing supper and supervising the decorating, and we were both feeling slightly frazzled.   (A) passed through the living room after taking (b)’s favorite plunger from him once again while (b) chased him yelling in toddler gibberish and wielding a nerf sword that is twice as tall as he is.  As he looked at me, I couldn’t help but giggle as he verbally repeated over and over, “This is what we prayed for.  This is what we prayed for.”

 But it is true.  Amid the crazy, the busy, the chaos, the messes, and the noise.  This is what we always prayed for.  A home full of healthy, active children that we could love and lead.  Even as a young girl working in the kitchen with my mom, I dreamed of the days I would make turkey cookies, and Christmas projects with my own kids.  I have LOVED Christmas my whole life and dreamed of the days I would share the joy of decorating with kids who would be as excited about the season as I always am.

 Some days are HARD, some are exhausting, some are so noisy I want to scream, some take every ounce of my patience, but every one of them leaves me feeling completely, overwhelmingly GRATEFUL.  I will give thanks to the Lord in all things- the messy, the noisy, the exhausting, the hard, the giggles, the sticky hugs, the dimple faced grins, the dirty laundry, the spilled water, the holiday projects, the cooking lessons, the pony riding, the muddy footprints…. because in the middle of it all… we are living in the days I always prayed for.

 

Happy Thanksgiving from my family to yours!! Amid a year that has been SO hard… there is MUCH to be thankful for.

"Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:18