So one of my new Year’s resolutions was to start back on my personal blog more, and one weekly thing I used to love to do on my blog was take part in Mama’s Kat’s Pretty Much World Famous Writing Prompts each week. Which of course I haven’t done once. This week I finally sat down and decided “I’m going to do it.” I looked at the writing prompts and saw this one, “Something that made you laugh this week.”
Now, I laugh a lot. I’m not going to pretend I don’t. But as I sat and stared at that writing prompt I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that, well, this week sucked. There were high points yea, but as a whole, it sucked. It sucked big, bad, and hard. And at this moment as I write this I’m having a hard time thinking of a particular laughable moment from the past week.
Well OK, except for this. Because when I am going through a rough patch I always turn to the boys in Monty Python to help me make light of it.
So yea, crappy week. But THIS. This made me laugh it out.
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All I’m saying is simply this, that all life is interrelated, that somehow we’re caught in an inescapable network of mutuality tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason, I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. You can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality. – Martin Luther King Jr.
Today, while looking for some Christmas videos for the kids first day of vacation, I came across a stack of home movies. I pulled out one and popped it in. I started watching footage of me when I was pregnant with Patrick and went all the way to Cheyanne’s first year.
I was amazed.
Not just that my seven and five year old kids were ever that young, but that life was ever so simple. We looked so blissful and in the moment happy. Not that I didn’t know we were happy, I remember being very happy during those years. But I also remember being in such a hurry. Continue reading “On A Clear Day I Can See a Very Long Way”→
At seven and five respectively my son and daughter are not overly suspicious about Santa Claus. Though some things have had to be explained to them to keep the magic going, the actual idea if Santa Clause coming to our house on Christmas Eve and leaving toys for them is pretty set in stone.
The other Santa’s around town are easily explained away by telling my kids that those Santa’s are just the real Santa’s helpers because he’s far to busy to visit each and every town during the month of December. So while the Santa’s we see at the store are not the “real Santa” they do have a direct link and can easily report back to the big man any details about Christmas wishes. Continue reading “The Magic of Santa”→
So this week’s writing prompt from the Writer’s Workshop over at Mama’s Losin It is 10 reasons I’m glad it’s fall. Pfft.
I say Pfft because it’s a little begrudgingly I write this post considering we’ve had temps topping off at 102 at 7 PM this week. It doesn’t feel like fall and it’s starting to piss me off, just a little. Because I do really love fall. So I guess you could say that this is 10 Reasons I’ll be Glad it’s fall when indeed it comes. Whenever that is. Continue reading “10 Reasons I’m Glad it’s Fall”→
I’ve written before about how I’m not big on the whole structured religion thing and as my children get older I ponder how I should go about dealing with the topic of religion. Today was Easter, which of course brought the whole religious thing into question, again. So how do I explain Easter? I mean truthfully Easter originally is a Pagan holiday (Eoster) which (like Christmas) got painted with the Christianity wand. So what do I tell them?
Well I opted for a simpler tale of rebirth. Outside we have a huge tree that shades half of our backyard in the summer. It’s one of the most gorgeous trees I’ve ever seen. During the winter the tree has been bare but in recent weeks it’s slowly began springing back to life with tons of bright green leaves. Also in our backyard are the sprouts in both our vegetable garden and flower garden. There are coming to life as well and slowly growing into the full rich colorful gardens they will be throughout the summer.
So instead of trying to explain the story of the Resurrection I took my kids outside. We looked at the beautiful tree that had been dead all winter and examined all the signs that it was indeed coming back to life. That, I told my kids, was what Easter was about. The changing of the season. When the cold harsh winter moves away and all that was asleep or dead comes back to life again.
I think by giving my kids a good spiritual base that is more about nature and just the life force that flows in and out of all of us, I’m giving them a strong foundation to help them as they grow older to seek the path that works for them.
Or maybe I just don’t feel like going to church.
So if you’re not exactly overly religious, or not religious at all, do you make any attempts at trying to explain holidays like Easter? Or do you just let them thing the whole thing is Easter Bunnies and chocolate eggs?
There are a lot of things I enjoy about Thanksgiving. The food, the break from work or school, and of course spending time with family. But the thing I enjoy the most is the tradition Allen & began the first Christmas we spent in our own place. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and we weren’t doing anything but sitting around. Suddenly we decided to decorate the house for Christmas. There was no one to tell us it was too early. No reason for us not too and so we did.
And that is how we’ve spent every Friday after Thanksgiving for the last 13 years. It’s how our kids have spent every Friday after Thanksgiving since they’ve been born. Now they’re old enough to look forward to it. Just as Allen and I do.
I’m especially looking forward to it this year. Despite the fact that times are tough and how exactly we’ll be paying for Christmas presents this year remains a mystery. But I know we’re not the only ones trying to solve that puzzle this year. So why am I looking forward to what’s going to surely be a financially trying Christmas for us? Well, because it’s Christmas.
No matter how hard life is, how large the pile of bills may be, or how scary trying to figure out where your next paycheck is coming from is, Christmas stays the same. On Friday we’ll be wrapping our house in the warmth of Christmas lights. We’ll have dancing Santa’s & Reindeer. We’ll drink eggnog and watch Chevy Chase. We’ll sit by a fire. Just like we do every year.
And we’ll bask in the glow of miracles, hope & magic. Because that’s the best part of Christmas. The miracle of the present and the magic of tomorrow.
So as I see the Christmas commercials begin and the radio switch to Nat King Cole I breathe a huge sigh of relief. Because if ever there was a year when we needed a little bit of Christmas, it would be this one.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving and gets the chance to truly enjoy the beginning of the holiday season with the people you love.