29 December 2010
Some thoughts on Christmas
Hi, how was your Christmas?
Apart from Fe, we were all knocked out with the flu and are just now slowly recovering. So, this Christmas hasn't been all that I thought I wanted it to be. In my head, I had had it all planned out: a Middle Eastern dinner, and a program including the acting out of the Nativity with hand-sewn costumes (no, that didn't happen, nor will it ever, let's be honest), the singing of carols in both German and Finnish, and the decking of the halls with self-made garlands and ornaments. Games, perhaps, and lots of laughter, certainly. Instead, it's been diarrheac (I made that word up, I believe) diapers, headaches, a lot of phlegm (sorry), fever, antibiotics, sleepless nights, etc. Fe was the only one dancing and prancing like a red-nosed reindeer fairy (bless her heart).
And still, there was peace and joy to be had.
Just like that first Christmas, which may not have been perfect; which saw dusty roads, discomfort, sacrifice, exertion, labor, sweat, and blood. And then amidst it all a small baby. A bright new star in the dark sky, to give us light.
Isn't it fascinating that the glorious story of Christmas is really the quiet story of motherhood.