Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Normal

My least favorite day of the "holiday" season is December 26, the day after Christmas. It's not because Christmas is over - I don't experience any kind of post Christmas let down. It's the overwhelming feeling I get when I look at the mess my house has become. Because we have Christmas with my parents Christmas eve, our own Christmas on Christmas morning, Christmas with Jason's side of the family Christmas afternoon, and Christmas with my brother and his family Christmas day evening, we don't have any time in between the celebrations to put our gifts away. Sometimes they don't even make it out of the car before our next stop. This year we deposited all of the gifts in our dining room, creating quite a mess. Christmas decorations in our house that once added to the festivity of the season now seem out of place. Do I put the decorations away first and then tackle the new "stuff" we accumulated, or do I try to find room for the stuff amidst the decorations and then tackle the decorations? Do I organize one room at a time or do I unpack each box and put the stuff in its proper place? When are we going to put together all of the toys and other household items we received? Nothing comes preassembled anymore (and on a side note, it took us 30 minutes just to get the My Little Pony Magic Castle out of its box - why do they package things so tight?) It's hard to know where to begin.

I decided to tackle the project one room at a time - first take the Christmas decorations out of the room I was working in and then put the new stuff away. In order to put new clothes away, closets had to be reorganized to get rid of too small stuff to make way for the new. At times during the day I could feel my pulse racing and I was almost near tears, but little by little I whittled away at the piles, and I am down to the tree and ornaments and just a few odds and ends here and there.

Some people leave their Christmas decorations up until the new year; some leave their lights outside up year around. But for me, once the big day is over, I am ready to get back to normal. Our family thrives on normal. Some people love excitement in their lives, constant change, even drama, if necessary, but our family loves consistency. Some may call that boring, unadventurous, non-spontaneous, but it's how we are. When I run into friends or acquaintances that I haven't seen in awhile, and they ask "What's new," I rarely have anything to tell them. Since we've been married, we are both working at our same job, we've lived in the same house for the last six years, I'm driving the only car I've ever owned, we attend the same church we were married in, and most of our closest friends we have known since high school or college. A few months ago I posted on a topic I called "Robot," explaining our day to day (and minute to minute) routine that we follow. And while the post commented on stress and schedule, there is a certain comfort level to that. When major events happen, such as marriage or birth or death or change in job or a move, then a new normal is established, and you move on from there. I remember after the birth of both of the kids, I could not wait to get home. Fortunately each time we only had to spend one night in the hospital, and that was plenty long for me. I was ready to get home, get a routine established, and adjust to the new life that was beginning. When we moved, I couldn't wait to get all of the boxes unpacked, get things in their place, and then get used to the new surrounding. Our offices moved over the summer, and I went into work a couple of days just to get boxes unpacked and everything organized so when the first official day of work came, everything would be in its place. When we come home from vacation, Jason unloads the car, and as he is unloading I am getting the laundry started, putting things away, getting the house back to normal.

Everybody's normal is different. Maybe if we weren't so satisfied with our normal, we would be more likely to seek change. But I love our normal...even if it's abnormal.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Christmas Traditions

When I was a kid, Christmas each year would not have been complete if:

We hadn't spent Christmas eve at Grandpa and Grandma Bowman's house (I'll never forget those late evenings coming home in the snow, scared that someone had broken into our house while we were gone and stolen all the Christmas presents.)

While at Grandpa and Grandma Bowman's house, we hadn't searched for our special red stocking that had our name on the top in red felt letters - and the stocking always had a silver dollar in it.



Mom hadn't made spritz cookies (Dad and I both swore we could tell the green, red, and white ones apart - even though the food coloring was the only difference.)

Grandma Porter hadn't read the Christmas story on Christmas Eve.

Dad or Mom didn't surprise either each other or one of us kids with "one last present." You know the kind, everyone has opened up all the presents, we begin to clean up the paper, and then one of them would say, "Wait a minute...we aren't quite through yet."

Grandma Bowman hadn't called by 10:00 a.m. Christmas morning, wondering if we were through opening up presents so they could come out for Christmas dinner.

Cookies, milk, and a carrot hadn't been left out for Santa and Rudolph.

Dad and Mom's presents to each other didn't have sappy tags such as "To Hubby From Wifey" or "To Mrs. Coach From Mr. Coach."

My brother hadn't counted all of his presents on Christmas morning to make sure they were equal in number to mine.

Joel, Jaena, Doug, and I hadn't been sat at the "kid's table," a card (I mean folding) table set up in our living room for Christmas dinner.

We hadn't taken a "cousin" picture on Christmas eve.

My brother and I hadn't hung the soldiers on the Christmas tree, and my brother hadn't hung his little marshmallow man that he made in kindergarten front and center.

Grandma Porter hadn't gotten my dad a gift that all of us tried not to crack up at (she really liked QVC - the talking lips are still making their rounds each Christmas.)

Hugs, kisses, thanks, and love hadn't been the theme throughout the season.

Now that I am an adult with my own family, and there has been somewhat of a generational switch where my kids are the kids, I am the parent, and my parents are the grandparents, Christmas would not be complete if:

We didn't spend Christmas eve with my parents.

We didn't spend Christmas day with Jason's parents.

If Elizabeth didn't bake a birthday cake for Jesus to take to Grandma and Grandpa Wuertley's house Christmas day.

We didn't get together with my brother's family and my parents on Christmas night, playing new games we received as gifts until late in the night (and sometimes early in the morning.)

If we still didn't search for our stockings at Grandpa Bowman's house - and now the kids have their own stockings with the felt letters. Yes, he still puts a silver dollar in each one.

If Mom didn't make cookies (and peppermint ice cream dessert - hint, hint.)

If we didn't take a cousins picture at Grandpa Bowman's house.

If Elizabeth and Anna didn't hang up "their" ornaments.

If Elizabeth and Anna didn't leave cookies, carrots, and milk for Santa and Rudolph.

If Mom's stockings for us didn't come in a grocery bag.

If I didn't listen to the Carpenters "A Christmas Portrait" a hundred times or more.

If I didn't get to hear Grandpa play his tuba in "The Yuletide Spectacular," an annual concert the Mississinewa Valley Band puts on each year (and thankfully, Jason DID NOT schedule the Goff Real Estate Christmas party on this date this year.)

If Mom didn't call by 10:00 a.m. to wish us a Merry Christmas.

If the talking lips didn't make an appearance.

If hugs, kisses, thanks, and love weren't the theme of Christmas.

It's interesting as the years have passed how some traditions have stayed the same, and some new traditions have been established as a result of the additions of family. There are schedules to juggle and parties to plan and programs to attend.

Over the last few years as Elizabeth has gotten old enough to understand all about Christmas, I really struggled about things such as Do we let her believe in Santa? How many presents should we give? We could do three to be symbolic, we certainly don't want to spoil her. If we give her toys, and grandparents give toys, and aunts and uncles give toys, we won't have room for them all. Will she understand the true meaning of Christmas or will it be all about the presents? And then whatever we decide for Elizabeth, will we hold true to that for Anna? And then this year I've realized that while those questions matter, I am not going to stress about any of it. I grew up with a mom (love you mom) who loved to give us lots of presents, and I thought that was great (I still do.) Yet even with the nice presents and stockings, as a child I never lost sight of the true meaning of Christmas. I believed in Santa for a little while at least, yet I still believed in the Christ child. Christmas is the birth of Jesus! That's the most important thing. That is what we are celebrating. The other "stuff" is just bonus. I think in the midst of all the other "stuff," my kids get that, just like I did.

Each family carves out its own traditions and way of doing things, and I think that is important. I treasure the traditions that I grew up with, and I treasure the ones we have started now with our family. And along with the parties, the programs, the family get togethers, and the food, my favorite part of Christmas is that the hugs, kisses, thanks, love, and the realization of the importance of family abound at this time like no other.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Tis the Season to Be Inquisitive

Tonight in the car, my seven year old Elizabeth was singing along with a Christmas song that celebrates the Immaculate Conception of our Saviour. After singing the first verse, she stopped singing and asked, "Mom, what's a virgin?"

How would you respond?

Monday, December 04, 2006

Fickle

I want to keep working full time, but yet.......
I want to stay at home.

I want a brand new red H3, but yet.....
I want to keep driving my '98 Honda until it dies.

I want to keep with the tradition of giving the kids 3 gifts at Christmas, symbolizing the 3 gifts Jesus received, but yet.....
I want to throw that tradition out the window and have Christmas like we did when I was a kid (deleted comment regarding my Mom's Christmas tendencies)

I think it would be awesome to have a plasma tv, ipod, expensive digital camera, and all the other cool gadgets, but yet...
I want to throw away the tv we have (except when the Colts are playing, unless they are playing like they did yesterday.)

I want to cook dinner every night, but yet......
I want to eat out every night.

I want the kids to mature and enter into new stages, but yet......
I want them to stay just like they are.

I want to wear my most comfortable sweats or jeans all the time, but yet.....
I want to dress stylish (even if it's uncomfortable.)

When the Colts play, I get really nervous, and when they win I'm ecstatic and when they lose, the rest of the day is a little bleaker, but yet.....
It's just a game, and I don't personally know any of the players - who cares if they win or lose.

I want to come home after work and spend time with my family, but yet......
I want to come home after work and have solitude.

I want to have all my Christmas shopping done and presents wrapped by tomorrow, but yet....
I want to wait until the last minute, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the season and the excitemet of wrapping up last minute goodies on Christmas Eve.

I want to be a "submissive" wife, but yet...........
I want my thoughts heard (and let's face it, I want it my way.)

I want my children to experience the magic of Christmas, even let them believe in Santa Claus as part of that wonder, but yet....
I don't want them to believe in Santa and have that be their focus of the season.

I want to get up early on Saturday mornings and get some projects done, but yet....
I want to sleep in late and be lazy for the day.

I want to be social and fellowship with friends on the weekend, but yet....
I want to get in my pajamas on Friday night and watch taped crime shows.

I want to have the kind of personality that allows me to speak as I feel, even if conflict will result, but yet.....
I want to be the peacemaker.

I want to post on this blog every night, but yet.......
I want to retire the blog.