Posts Tagged ‘Christmas’

Squeaky monkeys and Light

MonkeyMy husband and I rarely have enough cash to buy each other traditional Christmas gifts, if he’s lucky I manage to put a bottle of his favorite scotch in his stocking. However, we do make sure our girls are able to get some little things for each of us. This year we decided to keep it interesting by asking our 2 year-old what she wanted to get us, promising to buy exactly what she said. So I asked her what she wanted to get her daddy and she said, without hesitation, that she wanted to get her dad A TOY! And then she added, with absolute glee, “a squeaky toy!” If you’ve experienced my husband’s relationship with his girls you would know that this fits perfectly into their love of goofy, noisy, silly stuff. If it burps, farts or makes a face they absolutely lose their minds. He calls our youngest his Monkey Boo, so we found a squeaky monkey in the dog toy section at Target and wrapped it up. It was perfection.

On Christmas morning I unwrapped a beautiful candle set from my little one. My husband tells me that when he asked her what she wanted to give me she replied, again without hesitation, Light. My two-year-old gave me Light. If only she understood how profoundly she has brightened and lightened my life.

We celebrate solstice at my Universalist Unitarian church, which often includes a meditation on absorbing the peaceful dark, actively waiting for the light. For me, it beautifully compliments the quiet manger scene many of us contemplate at Christmas. I feel like it mirrors my struggle with chronic pain just as perfectly. I am trying every day to make peace with the dark, while finding the light wherever I can.

So many of us create hope and light for our friends, family, community, and even ourselves, during this winter time. However, it is rarely met with choirs of angels singing praises. This year we should be that choir of angels for each other. Let’s be loud in our support, gratitude and love.

I’m going to regress a bit into my 2-year-old brain, the one that recognizes what is funny, what is beautiful and what is important, without hesitation. I hope you all got a bit of light for the new year, it is a gift to be treasured.

 

Hitched for the Holidays

This week, I am the leading lady in a Lifetime movie plot – it would be a Hallmark Hall of Fame, but their charactersfala are a little too naive for this storyline.

Our first daughter was born just before Christmas; during those hazy midnight nursing sessions, my husband and I discovered Fa-la-la-al-Lifetime.  It beats infomercials and Public Television Membership Week hands down.  These movies play 24/7 throughout the 6 weeks before Christmas and we have seen almost every one.  There are 3 plot lines and the best ones feature actors from my teenage years (I never miss anything starring the kids from 90210).

One of my favorite story lines, and the one I am playing in this year, is the one where a beautiful single person (pretending to be undesirable) is tired of hearing their mom complain about their lack of spouse and they hire a companion for the family holiday festivities.  I don’t want to spoil the end for you, so don’t’ read on if you prefer the suspense. They fall in love with their partner-for-hire and kiss under the mistletoe.

So, as you might have guessed, my version is a little different: my blind date for the holidays is a new miracle medication meant to sooth an ailing digestive system (I already have a handsome man friend). Scorned in the past, I was not hopeful. However, the last few good days have me skipping towards the mistletoe.  On my new pancreatic enzymes, I have been eating without regret for the first time in 20 years. Cue make-over montage, I feel like dancing!

These movies (and med trials) usually have a bit of drama after that first longing-look, so I am waiting for the other Louboutin to drop. But I am hopeful, and isn’t that what this cheesy season is all about?

I hope Santa brings you and yours everything you’ve been wishing for, including a made-for-TV happily ever after.

 

Nativity

I highly recommend baby cheek therapy (followed closely by baby head rehab) for those suffering in any sort of way. Warning, there are side effects: you may become addicted to the sweet, sweet smell and if said baby smiles or giggles, you will lose all ambition to do anything but to continue kissing her warm skin. This prescription works well in tandem with one of those super soft giraffe baby blankets.

I realize that we have blown past even the Epiphany, but my tree is still up (cause it makes me happy) and my daughter is still listening to her Christmas music at bedtime (cause it makes her happy), so figure it isn’t too late to talk nativity for a moment. We went to church on Christmas Eve. My family is Unitarian Universalist, which makes this holiday a little less traditional. However, this year our minister’s sermon painted an unforgettable picture of the manger. It filled the senses with the smell of sweet hay, the breath of warm sheep, the glow of the stars and the sound of a newborn suckling, wrapped in his mother’s arms. The conclusion being that no matter how you feel about the Christmas story or Jesus himself, there is one moment of undeniable hope.  When that young mother looks down at her infant and, like all moms and dads, she sees in his face them most beautiful creature she has ever seen. Suddenly the nativity story was not about the birth of a king, it was my story.

There are many times when I would do almost anything to come home to a quiet house, to lie down on the couch and let my pain melt away. But, my girls bring the hope into my life. I feel extremely blessed to have them pulling me out of my pain and holding my hand as we venture into life. Because there just isn’t enough time to be lying around when there is play dough, dirt, swimming, dancing and dolls to be fed. Mary and I have an understanding, our babies are saviors of one kind or another and our job, as their mother, is the holiest of work.

Happy New Year everyone.

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