I wrote this 4 years
ago, but it was a good reminder to me about what is important. I didn’t edit it or
put in paragraphs, I just copied it as is from Facebook:
We all need to look at
the world through the eyes of a child, not just so that we can catch the wonder
and excitement in the everyday, but to remember that everything they experience leaves a lasting impression. Looking
at the big boxes of unorganized Christmas decorations does not instill the same
joy and thrills in me as it does in my 6 year old grandson. He's digging
through and saying, "Look at this!" "I remember that!"
"Grandma, I love Christmas!" Because of his excitement, and because I
know I'm creating his memories, I am willing to go through the motions and
eventually catch the spirit myself. Watching his 1 year old brother's eyes
light up with the plugging in of the colored lights reminds me that we are
responsible to instill joy and tradition into the next generation. We don't
ever get to say I'm too old, I’ve put up enough trees in my life time, i don't
want to bother this year. One way or other we are going to pass on what the
holidays will mean to our children and grandchildren. We can pass on stress and
impatience over the holidays, or self-sacrifice and love for family. So, I am
happy to say my house is now littered with decorations, sparkly garland shreds
all over the rug and Christmas lights that only half the string lights up. My
20 year old Christmas tree has seen better days, but my daughter filled it with
uneven, mismatched lights and it's ready for the boys to hang years of
collected ornaments onto. (One ornament has already been dropped, shattered and
vacuumed up!). Charlie brown has nothing on us! Soon the unused decorations and
mess will be cleaned up, the floor will be vacuumed, and colored lights will
flicker inside and out of my house, inviting friends and family to join in our
Christmas Spirit. Glass Santas and nativity figurines will fear for their lives
every time the boys come near, or the cat walks through them and decides to nap
on top of baby Jesus, or when the dog's tail wags dangerously close. Some will
live to be packed away to see another year, some will go into the box of things
that need superglued but we all know never will be, and some will get swept up
in the dustpan, having given their all to carrying on the family traditions.
And I will be so happy I had a six year old jumping around this last week of November
asking when we were going to put up Christmas decorations. I want him to
remember Christmas as a peaceful, joyful family time and I want his little
brother's first big boy Christmas to be kid friendly and filled with pretty
lights and wonder. And most importantly, that they will always know that Jesus
is the reason for the season.