christmas

Sometimes I fall into the trap that if I don't take a picture then I can't document it. Because who wants to trudge through my wordiness without the reward of my cute kids' faces.

But I don't take too many pictures lately and Christmas was no different. I took, like, 2 pictures. And you are about to see them.

But it was a fabulous week. First of all, my youngest sister invited me to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert and it was fabulous. It made me happy being there and I was glad her 3 other friends couldn't make it.

Dave had 4 days off and it was lovely.  There were lots of tickle fights and laughs and cuddles and movies and treats and much more. Ana got a kindle, which she was not expecting at all. Jack got a Lego set he's been eyeing for MONTHS. (The Lego City Space port) Katie got new additions to her dress up collection and a bike basket and Charlie got overwhelmed by everything. (And a ball.)

This was the only picture I took of the day. This is Katie with her new blanket from Grandma. She loves it.

Dave got me some paints and Ana and I have been having fun!

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While the holidays are always filled with laughter and fun, I tried to focus our family on the reason we celebrate Christmas, Jesus Christ's birth and life. We read scriptures and stories often to remind us of that reason. There was one night during family prayer when Jack asked that we remember Jesus during Christmas. I felt the Spirit during that moment and was so grateful that perhaps a little bit was sinking in.

It was a happy Christmas.

old emails and happy thoughts

If my email inbox is indicative of my life, then I am a giant mess. I just spent an hour deleting almost 1500 emails. Most of them were old newsletters, coupons, or book/play/planning-group stuff.  I really need a better organization system I guess.


But there were a few worth saving:

Words of encouragement from a sister.

A note of love from a friend (or 2).

A poem I had written in 2003 that my mom found.

An invitation Ana had made a few years ago to invite friends to a church activity.

Photos of my kids people had emailed me.

Through all the mess there was interspersed happy thoughts and memories. (And a few tears too.)

Such is life I guess. We trudge through the mundane and check off to-do lists and sometimes get bogged down by the ordinariness of life. But the extraordinary is in there. It may be hidden or tucked away. And maybe sometimes we throw it out with the rest without realizing. But it is there. If we take time to remember those moments of extraordinary beauty, we can see it. The more we give of ourselves, the more we see it reflected back to us. In our children, our friends, our families, even in ourselves.

So maybe Sacrament Meeting today included kids sprawling on the chairs or crawling up the aisles. And maybe dinner tonight consisted of ramen noodles and scrambled eggs. And maybe a certain kid refused to go to bed because the sheets were too cold and there was NO WAY they would warm up and I had to bribe said kid with a quarter to get into bed with the promise to report back to me in the morning on the sheet temperature. And maybe Charlie won't sleep well tonight and a million other little things. I will keep wading through it all. The joy, the extraordinary, the thing worth saving and remembering, is in here somewhere.

don't worry, be happy

Isn't December a sneaky month. It always seems to show up on my doorstep and yell "surprise." Time seems to inch forward some days, but I blink and the weather is cold and Christmas lights go up. I just want to sit around a read books. Sometimes I think I don't read hardly at all, but I actually sat down and made a list of books I have actually finished  this year and it was more than I expected. The first part of the year it seemed many of the books I read were about race in one way or another. I reread the Harry Potter series. I read books for book club that I really enjoyed and I also read a couple of parenting books. I particularly liked one I read called Simplicity Parenting.  It was while reading this one that I realized something about myself that I didn't notice before.

I worry a lot.

I never really thought of myself as a worry-er. I am generally a go-with-the-flow, up-for-anything type. But as a parent, I worry.

Are they doing good enough in school?
Am I teaching them what they need to?
What is the deal with this bad attitude?
I don't know what I am doing.
If I let them get away with this then they will be spoiled for life.
I need to do ______ better or they will never ______.
If I do that then other parents will judge me.
If they do that then they won't have any friends.
Am I doing all I can so my kids can be extraordinary? so that they can be happy?

My worry defines my parenting.

I don't want it to. It is exhausting and it saps me of joy and happiness. It is driven by fear and doubt and ingratitude. I've always considered myself a person with strong faith, yet my actions and attitudes towards my kids portray a lack of faith - in myself, in them and in God.

But I want JOY to define my parenting. Real deep meaningful joy. And Joy only comes when we allow ourselves to fully commit to the moment we are in. I forget sometimes that the way to teach my children to have faith is by having faith IN THIS MOMENT that God will guide me each step of the way and that he can guide them too.  The way to teach them happiness and kindness is by being happy and kind even IN THE MOMENT when they are acting in unloving ways.

I've had some interesting experiences with Gratitude lately and I feel like that is the key to unlocking the Joy now.  And I don't mean gratitude in a "count your blessings" way, but gratitude in the moment. What does this moment show me about God's love?

I hear a Charlie waking up from his nap and Jack and Katie playing the Mario Brothers. Ana is at a friend's house. It isn't a perfect moment. Jack is annoyed that Katie keeps dying. Charlie is sick and hasn't slept much the last few days. But I can choose to see God's love in it.

Time to step into the moment, worry free.