Wreaths on the windows, stockings over the fireplace. A manger scene for the children and an Advent wreath for the family. So Christmas has begun at my house. Garland for the mantle, a lighted one for the stair rail. Red bows and Charlie Brown with his pathetic little tree.
Today was just a start, but I am no longer paralyzed with the apparent enormity of the task. Nothing was done without the involvement of the kids. They were there for support, for cheer and just to have four extra hands. They were there to remind me that all the fuss is for them, that normally I really do love Christmas, and that skipping Christmas is not an option.
I paced myself today. I allowed myself to stop and rest when I had had enough. Twice, I was overcome with inexplicable tears. I just allowed them to happen even without understanding them. Some of it was anger, I know.
I am still afraid...too afraid to even write about it. Today, however, was good. My daughter said, "Spending the day decorating for Christmas was the best day ever!", and that's all we need for one day at a time.
Keep on eating that 'apple' one bite at a time. Looks like there are lots of folks who want you to make it !
ReplyDeleteIndeed, I do feel the support...from the blogging community, from my friends, and from my family. I am grateful to have it...I would fall apart without it.
DeleteIt's difficult and this time of year is so full of sentiments.
DeleteIt certainly is...not a good time to make decision.
DeleteYour kids are freaking adorable! Love it. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! And they have a knack for knowing just when Mom needs extra hugs and kisses :)
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