Happy Holidays
Gratitude

Happy Holidays

This year my son is 3 and this year I finally get the magic of Christmas.  I remember Christmas as a child but I don’t remember back far enough to the time when I truly believed in the magic.

But now with a child who is old enough to get the whole thing, I’m looking at the holiday with a whole new set of glasses.  I’m haven’t stressed out about gifts or felt compelled to bake hundreds of cookies.  I’ve just been enjoying looking at Christmas through the eyes of my child.

And his eyes are full of wonder and excitement.  He doesn’t know anything about the madness of shopping, cards, cooking, and all the other crap.  It’s just all about the idea that this jolly old man in a sleigh (or spaceship) with magical reindeer will be here in a few days bearing gifts.  And he TOTALLY believes this.

He’s ridden on Thomas the Tank Engine to go visit Father Christmas.  He’s created handmade ornaments and cards.  He’s drawn pictures of what he wants from Santa and then thrown them in the fireplace at school watching his wishes float up the chimney to Santa.

What a magical time to be a kid.

I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and that it’s full of magic.

Elf on the Shelf
Motherhood

Elf on the Shelf: Creepy or Cute?

We’ve got a new friend with us this Christmas season, Bob, the Elf on the Shelf.  I don’t know where I first found out about the Elf on the Shelf.  I think from my friends in America.  I certainly haven’t seen it here in the UK and everyone I’ve mentioned it to here has been like “OK, that’s a little weird.”

But, our elf, Bob, as he’s been named, has been with us now for a few days.  And, I haven’t yet decided whether I think he’s cute or creepy.  I think my son is in the same boat as he looks at him a little dubiously.  The game of moving the elf around each night and finding him the next morning is definitely something festive to get us in the Christmas spirit.  And, so far, it’s turned out better than last year’s attempt at an Advent calendar.

In one short week though, we’ve already had one incident where daddy picked up the elf (and child got upset at this) and one night where I forgot to move him.  Luckily, my little man isn’t that switched on to whole the thing yet so we were able to move past these parenting failures.  I know there are people who go mad coming up with creative ways to position their Elf around the house.  But I don’t see this happening in our house.  Just moving him around may be enough.  Bob was riding a toy dinosaur the other morning but the little man didn’t think the dinosaur liked that very much and asked that I put the dinosaur away.  Back to the shelf went Bob.

I do have to give Bob a bit of credit though.  The other night his tactics successfully got my son to try salmon with pesto sauce and green beans.  If he can continue to have that kind of success, I think I’ll keep him around for a while.

What Elf on the Shelf stories do you have?  And, what’s your vote:  cute or creepy?

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Christmas 2014 Update:  Creepy. The Answer is Creepy. Bob sadly (intentionally) got lost in the move.

Little Hands
Motherhood

Little Hands

We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.

George Bernard Shaw


This week’s contribution to the 52 Photos Project.

Gratitude

Happy Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving in America and I wanted to share one of my grandfather’s Thanksgiving prayers. He was a minister in the Methodist church and I’ve recently learned that there is a group putting together a booklet of his Thanksgiving prayers.

I’m not a religious person, despite my family background. But this prayer in particular really resonated with me. So many things to be thankful for in life, no matter what God you pray to, or if you pray at all.

So today, in my grandfather’s words, things to be thankful for.

Oh God of all life, we thank thee for our lives, and all they hold of happiness and work and play, of risk and courage and beauty.

We thank Thee for the morning and evening skies of a land where liberty still marches on and freedom can still speak its mind without vanity and without fear.

We thank Thee for all heroic souls who shame our cowardice, for all generous souls who give us pure delight, for all saintly souls who kindle our desire to be really good.

We thank Thee for the friendship and the faces of those who look kindly upon us even when we fail and who help to bring us back to our bravest selves again.

We thank Thee for the encouragements of success, for the disciplines of failure, for the testings of pain, for the spurs of dissatisfaction and the spirit which arises from defeat to fight better.

We thank Thee for prized books, enchanting music and pictures which move the heart, for letters from those we love and for the song remembered for the singer’s sake.

We thank Thee for the freedom which growing older gives us from the troubles of being very young, so that we have more big things to care about and fewer little things to cry about.

We thank Thee for common joys of all kinds – the waking to sunlight through the window, the good smell of the earth on rainy days, the gift of sleep after tiring work or pleasure, and the affection of dogs and all faithful creatures.

We thank Thee for the relief of pain, for healing of the sick, for strength of the weak and comfort for the sorrowing.

Oh God of all life, we thank Thee for this lovely, troublous, undaunted human life or ours; and may we live for the good of our church, our country, and our world and ever to thy glory.

We are unworthy of all these rich inheritances.  We confess that we have profaned the temple of this life by our selfishness and heedlessness.  Have mercy upon us that we may express our gratitude for thy many mercies by contrition for our sins and that we may prove our repentance by lives dedicated more fully to thee and to the common good.   AMEN

– George Lightner

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Gratitude

Quality Time

It’s easy to get caught up in the go, go, go and forget to just stop and enjoy.  To soak in a moment of time and be thankful to sit and share a burger and a milkshake with the most amazing little person in the world (I am just a bit biased of course).


I’m joining MICHELLE in Gratitude Week, won’t you?