On this Christmas Eve, I’d like to wish all my regular readers and any visitors who happen by a Merry Christmas. Thank you for taking the time to comment on my posts. Thank you for telling others about Write Thinking and about my books, too.
As Dan at Cerulean Sanctum posted a few days ago, Christmas can be difficult for many. It makes some feel lonely and set apart. Sometimes it’s due to nothing more than the fact that children have grown up, moved away, and long held traditions get shifted as new traditions are made. Sometimes it is due to life changes (death, divorce, illness).
As someone who’s had a year that included change, I find myself a bit wistful on this Christmas Eve. I remember Christmases when I was little and then when my own daughters were little, and I miss those times, those feelings, the anticipation, the excitement, the wonder. I miss the things we "always used to do" that I’m not doing now. And yet, I have an abundance of people and things to be thankful for.
Last night, my family gathered for our Christmas dinner at my home. We were missing two of my six grandchildren because they left last Monday to be with their father for Christmas. And we met yesterday because this morning, Daughter #1 and her husband are driving into the mountains to spend the weekend with her in-laws. We dined on ham, potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, cinnamon apples, fresh baked rolls, pie with ice cream, Christmas cookies. We laughed because "Mom cooked." (It’s true. I was never much of a cook—although my kids never went hungry—and I cook even less often now that there are no children at home.) We gathered in the family room to watch The Polar Express on DVD. Then we opened gifts. The gifts were few from Grandma Robin this year. Worse, they were mostly clothes! How excited does a two-year-old get over new clothes? And before I knew it, the evening was over. The family was gone, and the house was quiet again.
How grateful I am to God for my family. I’m so thankful my mother was here with me for another Christmas. What a treasure she is to me. What a godly example and encouragement she has been throughout my life. I’m so thankful for my daughters. I look at them and know that, despite all of the parenting mistakes I made, I must have done something right. They are such beautiful young women and such good mothers in their own right. I love that we are friends. I am thankful that they both are married to fine men who love them. And I am thankful for my grandchildren. What a legacy. How rich I am. Still, I would have had them with me a little longer, all of them.
This morning began with some excitement. My mom awakened me at 5:30 a.m. Like that old commercial said, she’d fallen and she couldn’t get up. Nothing was broken or bruised. Nothing was wrong. She doesn’t get dizzy or faint. Just sometimes she loses her footing and goes down. It is a miracle that the several times this has happened, she hasn’t been harmed.
Anyway, Mom is too heavy for me to lift, and it was too early for me to go to the neighbors to ask for help. So I called 911. Out came the paramedics. Four guys (three of them really big guys), two gals. Nothing like a house full of paramedics to get your day started. Poppet, my Papillon, thought it must be her Christmas gift. Folks to play with first thing in the morning. Yippee! So they got Mom up, ascertained that she really was unharmed and in no need of medical attention, completed the paperwork, and were gone.
And so I am also thankful this morning that I live in a city where I can call 911 and get aid for a loved one.
Mom and I will go to the Boise Vineyard’s Christmas Eve service at 5:00. Because Mom doesn’t get to attend her church anymore (at her age, she just can’t manage the two hour services and does TV church at home), she really wanted an opportunity to take communion. I’m so grateful to God that I can share a time of communion with my mom, in this, her 92nd year of life.
Dear Readers, I pray that no matter where you are, no matter what life changes you’ve gone through this past year, no matter who you are with or without, that you will feel the presence of the Living Lord in your heart as we celebrate His coming.
Merry Christmas to you all.
In the grip of His grace,
Robin Lee Hatcher