Today, Im over at Steady Mom writing about our experience last year being forced to live in the "thin spaces" of Christmas.
Every year I think I will keep it simple. I tell myself, “This year we’re not going crazy."
But I read too many blogs touting “easy” ways to make your holiday more meaningful, which is really just one or two more things I need to add to my list. I see “simple” instructions on how to make matching handmade gifts. I find a recipe that is guaranteed to be a hit at the holiday party.
We all get sucked in sometimes.
As moms our job is to orchestrate a holiday season that is not only fun, but meaningful. It is our job to create warm memories that will carry our little ones well into their adult lives. We are all trying to share a love of family and friends and something bigger than ourselves with our children. We all feel the pressure to create the perfect holiday.
But last year I learned (once again) that the meaning of Christmas is not found in the latest Lego set to hit the shelves or the perfect sugar cookie recipe with real vanilla bean shavings.
Christmas 2009 began with a phone call the day after Thanksgiving from my husband who was deployed to Iraq. He said he had good news and bad news. He told us that the good news was that he was coming home from deployment early. The bad news was that he had torn his Achilles tendon and would have to have surgery as soon as he was stateside.