This has been a year. It has been a weary year to say the least. We have lost loved ones and experienced extreme heartache. One thing that I have really hated (okay, I hate everything about Covid-19), but I just hate not being able to see smiles or reading the expressions on people's faces. Not going to lie, I have major RBF, so my family has appreciated my face being covered up many times. But, the smiles are missed. I have definitely learned to read eye expression more. Those crow feet that people hate, well, I have learned to see they are a sign of a smile.
As my kids have gotten older, our schedules have gotten so much busier. Between seasonal sports and other extra curricular activities, down time is far and few between. Thats okay. Yes, sometimes I just want a night to do nothing, but these are the times I will not get back. I absolutely love watching them play, perform, and mold into the adults they are becoming. Christmas does look a little different this year. This year, well, I am feeling all of the emotions. My kids no longer believe in Santa. When asked what they want, bigger priced items are on the list, so gifts under the tree are fewer than normal. I am a mama who staged everything Christmas Eve. I wanted the perfect wake up on Christmas morning! The expressions on their faces from seeing the sight of gifts from Santa was something I will never forget. Then it hit me. My focus is not where it needs to be. When asked what their favorite Christmas tradition is... it is decorating cookies and watching Christmas Vacation on Christmas Eve while we eat Chinese food. It is going around looking at Christmas lights with hot chocolate. It was never about a gift. With Maddie being a sophomore this year (yes, I am crying), I have decided to start a new tradition. Each of us pick a Christmas song from a list that I choose. This year the list is: "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" "Oh Holy Night" "Christmastime is Here" "Count My Blessings Instead of Sheep" The assignment: Read and study the lyrics to your chosen song. Find something you have never found or thought of before. Share with the family over dinner and reflect together. With the unknown of everyday and the year 2020 has been, I want us to stop and reflect. The phrase, "a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices," has popped into my head so many times over the season. We need hope. Our weary souls need to rejoice. There is hope. He was born on Christmas Day. He is a reminder that there will be a new and glorious mourn. 2021 is almost here. No, Covid is not going to go away overnight. But, there is hope with a new vaccine, and doctors working around the clock to find an answer for us all. Hang in there. Cherish your traditions and make new ones. My Repurpose for today : Hang onto the hope that is to come.
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