Somehow, I found myself in a lazy-day state of mind this year when it came to the holidays. But it wasn't my usual bah humbug attitude toward the megaconsumerism of the holidays that slowed me down. No, this year what slowed me down was my desire to drink in every second of what makes the holidays special.
Primarily that involved time with my kiddos. I sat my happy butt down on the couch for way more children's shows than I care to watch. Sure, I could have spent that time working or getting chores done around the house, but there's nothing special about that time. It can't be compared to my two-year-old's kisses or the crazy antics of my four-year-old. The thought of it ten years from now won't give me a happy, warm feeling.
However, I will fondly remember being at home with three sweet little boys, eating popcorn and drinking hot chocolate as we watched Christmas programs on TV, including a favorite I grew up with, "Emmett Otter's Christmas." I'll remember the boys' seeming inability to get enough of me (gotta enjoy THAT while it lasts!). Their cuddles and happy faces in the glow of the Christmas tree light. Their excitement over wrapping up things they made in pre-school to give to their grandparents. I'll remember my one-year-old wallowing and drooling all over me when I lay down on the living room floor.
And even though I did succeed in meeting my work deadline, my house is a wreck, my Christmas cards went out late, and I did not once write an entry in this blog. That's OK. I won't remember those things anyway. But I do hope that this upcoming Christmas I'll be able to once again focus on what is important. Because it sure was nice.
