Sunday, December 30, 2007

Santa Claus and The Tooth Fairy

Christmas Eve isn’t the best day to break your tooth. Christmas Eve isn’t the best day for someone in your family to break a tooth. Mom and I were tidying up the kitchen, getting ready for the next round of company to show up for Christmas Eve. Half eaten plates of food and cookies littered the island in the kitchen. We had already done some entertaining in the few days previous and received some tasty gift baskets from friends, so the goodies were abounding. As we rearranged and consolidated the dishes, Mom picked up a bowl of caramel corn that was all but empty. Not wanting any good food to go to waste, she tossed the final handful of caramel corn into her mouth. I heard a cracking sound and then Mom exclaimed, “Oh no!”

She held in her palm, a large piece of her tooth. “What in the world am I going to do now?” she asked, knowing that every dentist is on vacation for at least the next two days.

My son came running in and looked at the chunk of tooth in her hand. “Grandma!” He said, “Put it under your pillow and see if you get some money for it!”

Santa Claus made it to our house later that night, but apparently the tooth fairy didn’t. Mom didn’t get any money for her tooth. As a matter of fact, instead, I think she’s going to have to pay a pretty penny for it. At least she’ll be queen for a day, because I think she’s definitely getting a crown.

Friday, December 14, 2007

We Are Blessed

This morning I listened to my radio as I drove to work. My old car clunked down the road and, for a moment, I pictured myself driving the Jeep Grand Cherokee I wish I owned. But my radio works well and a plethora of Christmas songs blared from my speakers. As I neared my office, Andy Williams was crooning, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year….It’s the hap-happiest season of all.”

Those words made me pause, and before he could sing another line, I turned the radio off. I couldn’t help but think about all those for whom this is not the hap-happiest season of all, for those who are lonely, those who have serious or terminal illnesses, or worse yet, have children or parents with these illnesses.

It is most certainly not the most wonderful time of the year for those who have lost loved ones. For those for whom the holidays are nothing but a painful reminder that they are now alone, for those who don’t have the money and opportunity that most of us do. I thought of those who have lost their job, lost their way, lost their hope.

As I considered all these things, I became keenly aware of the true blessings in my life. I said a quick prayer for the less fortunate and thanked God for his provision in my life. Even though my car is a heap, even though I have a nasty head cold, even though the holiday stress is mounting and the to-do list is long…I am blessed beyond belief.

I hope that this Christmas season, you will pause and consider the blessings in your own life.

Monday, December 10, 2007

How Many Days?

A few years ago, my best friend (who knows who she is, but shall remain nameless) gave me a cute snowman decoration. He has a hat and a scarf and a small wooden sign that tells you how many days until Christmas. The sign holds two little blocks with numbers printed on them and each day you turn the blocks to display the appropriate number of days until Christmas.

It's funny how people have different points of view. Today is December 10th. My shopping is sort of done, my cards are ready, but have not been mailed, I have yet to bake one goodie, nor have I wrapped any gifts. In other words, I'm well on my way, but I still have several items on my holiday to-do list and time is ticking away. On the other hand, my son sees things very differently.

A week or so ago, as I slept, I had that keen awareness that parents get when their children are standing by the bed staring at them. I jumped and asked him what was wrong. It was a school day and, as I've mentioned, he doesn't make a habit of being up at 5am.

"I made it 22." He whispered loudly.

I was extremely groggy. "Made what 22?" I asked.

"The numbers."

"WHAT numbers?" Now I'm feeling groggy and irritated.

"The Christmas numbers. It's only 22 days until Christmas."

Oh. Thanks for reminding me. Gifts to buy, cards to mail, cookies to bake, tree to buy and decorate, presents to wrap... Suddenly, I'm wide awake.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Let it Snow!

A few days ago, it started to snow here. It snowed and snowed and snowed and then, it snowed some more. We got about 2 feet in a couple of days. Yeesh. Snow is not my favorite stuff, but I do have to admit, when it first falls (and by that, I mean I haven't had to look at it for 4 months yet) and the trees are all covered, it really is beautiful. But, despite it's beauty, I still lament to my family about not living in some warmer place where temperatures seldom dip below 70 and "White Christmas" means I can wear my white capri pants to Christmas dinner.

After we had been dumped on, we were all driving home one night. Everything was white and the flakes were still coming down in what looked like blizzard-like fashion in the beams of the headlights. As we crept along the road we were singing. OK, well, I was singing and my husband was looking at me as if I were from Mars.

"Oh the weather outside is frightful," I belted out. "But the fire is so delightful. And, since we've no place to go..."

At this point, my son chimes in, "...we'll just have to live in the snow."

Out of the mouths of babes.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Rise and Shine

I was going to blog this about 3 or 4 weeks ago and sort of got busy and forgot. But, it happened again this morning, as well as several other times in between, which has forced me to reconsider it as my post of choice for today.

In order to get him to school on time, I wake my son up each day at 6:30am. And, in fact, I'm usually not done blow drying my hair by then, so he normally gets to sleep until about 6:40. Some people are blessed with children who jump out of bed ready to greet the day...this is not the case with me. Everyday, we have the same scene. I try to coerce him out of bed. He sleeps on the top bunk. I'm not very tall. He knows if he moves over toward the wall, I can't reach him, so he rolls all the way to the side and goes back to sleep. I pester him to get up. He moans, he complains, he whines, he cries. It's all very ugly and by the time I actually get him out of bed, I'm so tired, I'd like to get back in mine. If he could, he would easily sleep until 8:00am each day, with one exception...

Each and every Saturday morning, while I am peacefully attempting to sleep in, he comes in at 6:30am sharp to wake ME up.

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