Half our mistakes in life arise from feeling where we ought to think,
and thinking where we ought to feel.
John Churton Collins
Well Christmas came and went as fast those few flakes of snow that happened to stumble into our day, landing on the green grass where our cows were roaming while smiling and hoping the grass would grow just a bit higher. Along with the gift wrap, the fancy sparkling lights, the tinsel and all those baked goods you thought you needed to bake to have on hand for the company who, I must add never showed up; everything disappeared or was packed away without a thought, till next year.
Oh yes all the effort you pulled out and heaped into it is already starting to fade till next year. Well not everything will fade; the memories of family time, those will indeed linger. The memories that will once again have you rushing around pulling out those incredible feats of strength, endurance and super powers you never knew you had again for next year. The marathon baking, marathon shopping for groceries in stores jammed packed with people, shopping for the perfect gift for people you have no idea what, and if they even want or need anything. You will once again be surrounded by other super power yielding, sleep deprived people in those stores doing exactly the same thing; trying to buy a perfect Christmas.
I have to tell you my Christmas was almost perfect, except for the fact that our daughters were absent but we made the best of it with Skype and spending time with both sides of our families. Christmas Eve spent with nieces and nephews and listening to those giggles and shouts of glee as the wrapping paper flew and the toys were revealed. Memories of your own children long ago and those same giggles and shouts of thank you’s and shouts of joy. Memories like that never fade.
Christmas day and spending time with my own Mom and siblings eating turkey, with Mom’s own dressing recipe and all that laughter and noise that had her sitting there smiling. I have no doubt remembering us as children with all that noise and laughter once again. My sister Tess cooking, while the rest of us enjoying and being so grateful. Notice the “so grateful” always leave yourself lots of room for next year’s dinner invitation.
Well Christmas is over once again, but I have a memory that will stay with me forever. Tucking my own Mom in her bed after that busy fun filled noisy Christmas day and asking her how she enjoyed the day. “It was perfect, but I need to sleep now” and my wondering if when she had tucked me in so very long ago I had answered the same way. Hoping we will all do it over again next year?
So, all that effort is definitely worth it if only to have and to hold on memories like that. Don’t you agree?
If anyone needs some banana bread, let me know. Thanks Tess it was so special. See you at our next Christmas dinner….. right?