a reflection, a reminder
Right after Christmas, I confessed it, that I was over it, but when I took the tree down, the nativity to its box, all three of our boys cried. The next day it snowed, and they ran down to me, said, ” now, can it be Christmas again?” They cried at my “no.” In protest, they sing about Jesus in a manger, and they sing We Wish You a Merry Christmas. Still, weeks later, they’re singing.
My 2 year old, Ian, pretends an action-packed nativity with his robots and transformers. Sometimes, Mary dies in his story, but that’s beside the point. Jesus is always born. He has entered the scene with his own imagination, a gift He brings to the Father by nature of pure response.
I say all this to explain that Christmas Change was hard for me this year. Never have I felt more selfish and needy, a little forgotten and insecure. I couldn’t tell if my kids were hearing me, if anyone was hearing me, and I struggled with my sin of fear to not be heard.
I was very ill a week before Christmas, and even now I’m bearing it, going to the doctor today to see if I have pneumonia. I was over Christmas and out of the energy needed to do Christmas,
but now as I explain to the boys the stories that lead from the manger to the cross, how we’re glad the story moves beyond, they still sing, they hold a little more loosely to their toys, and they welcome Easter. Lessons of grace turn fireworks in me because of them and how the story leads them and calls them and enters them.
For more reflections on Christmas Change and to read an encouraging post from Lora Lynn of Vitafamiliae, check out the CC blog, and consider adding your own thoughts – even if you, too, are so over Christmas.