Posts Tagged With: Christmas wishes

And so, it begins

Thanksgiving has passed, the turkey’s put away,  and the last of the pie is gone.

I bought my first Christmas present yesterday and, for some reason, that felt like a milestone.  I’ve never started gift shopping so ~gasp~ late.

The only person that I have to ship to is Mom; with her in Canada and me here in MI, I need to “get it in gear” or her package won’t arrive on time.  That’s what yesterday’s gift was all about and it was done … online.  *Smile*

This year has been a whirlwind and I am in the center of it.  Yep, somehow, the Holidays snuck up on me.

Was it because Thanksgiving came early here in the U.S. (always the 3rd Thursday of the month, this year it “fell” sooner than later)?

Was it because I’m working two jobs and balancing that workload with the strains of oldest boy’s divorce, Mom’s health challenges, and our youngest boy’s transition to college?

Was it because we stopped hosting the fun-filled Family Christmas party?  Was doing that party what kept me organized and ahead of task, all these years?

Thinking about the Holiday and all the stress I’ve piled on myself in years past, I realized just how wonderful this Thanksgiving was.  It was calm, it was quiet, it was fun.  I wasn’t rushed, stressed or over-tired.  We had delicious food, enjoyable company and the energy to play games afterwards.

That’s what I want for Christmas, I’ve decided.

I told the boys yesterday that this is the year the Christmas of their childhood..grows up.  This year, they’re getting a few things they need and some money.  This year, I’m not standing in line for anyone.  This year, the cash they get can buy their wants .. or a tank of gas.  This year, we will have the grand kids I’m sure, but likely not on Christmas day, and that’s OK with me. Whenever we have them will be relaxed, cozy and fun.

This year, I’m giving myself permission to let Christmas not be what it always was.

How about you?  Anything about the Holidays that you want to shake up?

But I’m not quite ready to decorate … David Eppelheimer antique Christmas ornaments and tree lights. (Press Photo/Adam Bird)

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The Wish List

Chatting with son #1 yesterday, I could hear the stress in his voice. He’d held off shopping for gifts because he just now has the cash to do so; he called on his way out, looking for a few ideas for me and his Dad.  I gave him some practical suggestions but tried to encourage him not to spend too much. I tried talking him through what I knew he could only learn on his own:  that Christmas is not about that. But he didn’t hear me.

He had a deadline, a list to check off, and so much to get done before he had to be back to finish up the day and ready the little ones for bed and himself for his work week. And. And. And.

I remember those days.  Those frantic, manic, Christmases. I remember working myself down to the nub when all I really wanted was one good sleep.

I remember.

And now, I am so grateful to be this much older with this much more experience.

I’ve cut way back this year;  less gifts, less stress, less work. Less. Less. Less.

Today starts my last week of work for the year.

There’s a stack of books calling my name and I’ve set them aside for Christmas vacation.

It’s hard to come up with a wish list just for the sake of it.

What I really want… I have: some time off with pay,  time for me and hubbs to slip out for the night,  to share a laugh and a look and a promise of what’s to come. Time to sleep in, to cook, to read in the winter sun.  Time to play with the kids & grands, and to visit friends and family.

Unscheduled time to goof off and to accomplish absolutely .. nothing.

I've always wanted to try yoga ...

I’m not hard to buy for; I just don’t need anything.

What’s on my wish list?

Nap? Yes please

My wish is that anyone reading this will see the promise of what is Christmas.

When possible, forgive. When not, give yourself the freedom that comes with letting go.

When you can help another,  do it.  You’ll get back more than you give anyways.

Take care of yourself.  Walk.  Stretch. Rest.

Take care of others.  Choose words carefully; hold back criticism, be generous with praise.

... see the humour in everyday things

Have fun; be curious. Play.

... off to explore new things!

Mix it up.   Stop the schedule.   Slow down.

Look around. Try something new.

Celebrate what is.

and give thanks via knee-mail

*all images from Pinterest

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Battery chargers

I read this quote recently and had to share it with all of you:  “Keep the people in your life who charge your battery, not the ones who drain it dry.

You know exactly who that refers to, don’t you?

The dream dashers.

The negative Nancys.

The wailing wallers.

Hello, I'm a Discourageraptor and I'm here to eviscerate your dreams! Google.images.com

The snark-a-saurus Rexes.

The discourageraptors.

The ones whose sport it is is to point out the frailty of your plans.

The ones who love nothing more than telling you every reason why whatever it is you’re dreaming of will never come to be. 

I don’t know about you but sometimes I find encouragement a little hard to come by.

I’ll set off on a mission and find myself assaulted by others’ opinions; every comment shared out of “concern” drags me further out to sea.  Suddenly .. I’m adrift. Bobbing along with the current, like a refugee, wondering if I even have the energy to get back to shore?

Easy answer, harder to hear:    I. Allowed. It.

Keeping the peace .. for someone else’s sake.

Allowing them to steamroll me because that’s just how they are.

Losing my voice in the cacophony of theirs.

And then, in the midst of it all, a glimmer of light winks at me in the distance: it’s a battery charger.  The person who smiles when they see you, lifts you up in love and whispers: You can do it.   That’s a great idea! How can I help?

image from Bronners Christmas Wonderland; Frankenmuth, MI

This Christmas, I’m asking Santa for a stocking full of Battery Chargers.

How about you?  Do you have someone to charge your battery?   Are you a charger or a discourageraptor?

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