How are your Christmas preparations going? Have you hung the oats and ivy yet? Get at it, yo. It’s Christmas. What??
I hope you know what that means. I haven’t the foggiest.
You remember I’m All ABOUT CHRISTMAS this year right? I’m making good on my declaration to make up for Christmas past, when illness had us by the…throat. In honor of Christmas fun, Olivia and I posted ridiculous Christmas videos on my FB page over Thanksgiving. Just some absurd “how to” videos that show you how to do nothing, actually.
I think my friends might sometimes think this: Does Miki ever stop and ask herself why she’s the ONLY adult she knows participating in public nonsense? The answer to that, my friend, is, yes. Miki does ask myself, I mean, herself, (this third person, first person conversation is getting away from me) that question.
I say, “Miki, are you sure you’re okay with your kids remembering you as this crazy parent who participated in juvenile antics?”
I thought long and hard about that question, and while I am a little nervous about me, and I do admire and aspire to be more like people who are more mature, my answer is still this:
Yes. Yes. I’m okay with it.
I’m not okay with all of it because I think the way I am is good. It’s not. If I had a choice, I think I’d choose to inhabit the life form of some grand lady with tremendous organizational skills, and a knack for getting things right. But, I’m not that grand lady. I’m a silly lady. That’s me. The me that takes no effort to conjure up; I wake up every morning, and there she is again; like a bad habit. Silliness is my native tongue.
I lamented to Scott recently. I told him he just has no idea how much of my brain space is dedicated to silliness. It’s astonishing. He patted me on the head, because he feels sorry for me. And, for himself.
I guess it isn’t the worst thing. We know some good people who are getting their heads kicked in by life right now. Have you noticed that there’s never really a shortage of sorrow in life? So, I say, let’s just have some laughs. Let’s enjoy feeling lighter for one moment. The sorrow will be right where we left it.
And there’s this other thing I’ve been thinking about: One of the many things I want our kids to walk away from their childhood lived in the home that Scott and I built together (figuratively), is the ability to identify the person God made them to be in this world. I want them to embrace that person. It is my belief that God stamps us each in a unique way, for a purpose. Kids (and adults) can waste so much time not liking themselves; trying to rework their hard wiring. That’s not a happy existence. I want ALL kids to be happy and fulfilled, accepting who they are and using what comes naturally to them to serve others.
THAT’S my Christmas wish for the world, sonny boy.
I’m paving the way for you by posting utter nonsense. What I won’t do for humanity.
All my Christmas shenanigans are going over in a decent fashion in our house. Zeke and Olivia are like little Christmas elves. They’re game for anything Christmas. Most of the time. We went Black Friday shopping. On the way home, I thought we could sing a jolly round of Christmas carols. My sister taped this sing-a-long, which I thought went over much better BEFORE I watched the tape. I see now the kids were not impressed: