Thank you for all of your well wishes and mama-don't-get-sick vibes. But alas, I got "the strep" as we have been calling it around our house. Yes, the mama, the one who helps with homework, the one who gets milk in the middle of the night, the one who stacks cinnamon toast like Lincoln logs was stopped dead in her tracks.
Trying to remain positive, I attempted to take it as an opportunity for some serious couching on Saturday. Using the time to finish some of the hand crocheted gifts on my Christmas to do list. And when my temperature was 103.8 according to the thermometer, I was still in denial about the whole thing -thinking that I could will myself into not getting sick. Finally on Sunday morning when I didn't even have the strength to make the coffee, I waved my symbolic white flag in surrender and went back to bed thinking about all of the previously planned projects that would not get done.
Projects like this comfy-cozy patchwork blanket by Leslie that has had my head spinning. And Jen's clever wreaths. And these scrappy fabric ornaments from Blair remind me of these Easter ornaments we made last year...only hers are better and much easier for little hands. This is a great button use idea from Beki. And finally, I had planned on making these great fabric chains from The Small Object. But it all wasn't in the cards. Who knows how much I will actually get done.
The only thing we have actually gotten done between doses of the pink stuff is putting together the winter nature table. We kept the shells, the bark, the sticks and the pine cones. But added a dusting of snow...and a dusting of snow is being extremely hopeful for where we live. We stowed the hickory nuts and acorns away under a log for the squirrels and birds to eat. The owl stayed at Wyatt's request but he keeps insisting that he is cold and needs a blanket. Hmmm...maybe we'll have to crochet the poor little thing a blanket for Christmas. And of course some wee folk, souveneirs from our outing to the Swedish St. Lucia celebration. For more details about the elements on our nature table see this photo for the flickr notes.
According to my mother, who knows me best, the only time I EVER get sick is when I am just plumb worn out. So I guess I should take this as a huge frying pan up side the head hint that I needed to take a break. To have lots of time to be thankful for doctors with hours on Saturday, for dear friends who have called to check on us and offer to bring food over (we waved them off with the comment "stay away...far, far away") and for antibiotics. Yes, antibiotics.
And that my friends is the lesson in all of this for me. To remember that it is not the crafts that get done, or don't get done. It is not stressing myself and my family out in a crazy slew of holiday field trips. It is not about the obligatory photo with Santa. Or even the Christmas cards that haven't been addressed yet. It really is about more than that. So much more.
And I know that you know this already...really, I do. You do not need a speech from me about the "reason for the season" or how to put the "Christ back into Christmas". We all know deep down that the holidays would still be wonderful if the lights didn't get hung or if the Christmas cards did not include the most perfect photo. That is if we stopped long enough to truly think about it. Its about a quiet time of reflection. About comforting each other when we need it. About the healing touch of a mothers hand. About a papa who is home and able to read a book with his son at 2 a.m. And about lending a hand to a friend when you can.
Some of us just need to be flat out on our backs in bed to take the time to remember this. I guess I am that person. Thanks, I got it now and I'll be remembering it for the next several weeks and hopefully well into the new year. Stay well my friends!