I can’t believe a year has passed since last Christmas. Owen is loving all the holiday decor, and Christmas lights. He likes the Christmas tree, the nativity scene, and, of course, Elfie. He really does not like Santa Clause though. We got some really great screaming Santa pictures this year! While still being too young to fully appreciate everything about presents we had a fairly stress free time this year with gifts. My husband and I were brainstorming ways to teach him about Jesus and the real reasons for the season. He learned about the nativity scene and knows where “Baby Jesus” is sleeping. On Christmas morning, we decided we will sing Happy Birthday to Jesus over breakfast and start the day off with the focus on Him. Being not even two yet, he doesn’t understand, but it will start a good tradition for our family.
A baby changes everything. A baby changed everything the night Christ was born. “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6. I am forever grateful for our wonderful savior. The phrase can also be extended to modern times as a baby truly changes everything. As I sit here and type this, my husband’s family is all here sitting in my living room. Before our baby was born this would not have happened. The power of a baby is magical and can transform lives. May we remember to be thankful for Jesus this time of the year and always, and thank Him for all the joys He allows us to experience. My prayer for us all is to find joy this Christmas season, enjoy our loved ones to the fullest extent, and let His light guide us throughout the next year. Have a very Merry Christmas!
I’m sitting here in my car, baby napping, reading other mommy blogs, wondering what I’m doing with my blog and if anyone will ever read it. As I am researching the internet I come across all sorts of stories but today the one the caught my attention was about a mom who lost her 6-year-old son to cancer. I can’t even begin to fathom the heartbreak, grief, and sorrow that accompanies a loss like that one. And the fact of the matter is, tragedy can strike at any minute. One phone call and your entire world changes. As the reality set in that anything can happen at anytime, another reality hit me hard. Life is too short to worry about the 50 toys thrown around my living room, about the dirty dishes in the sink, about the crumbs underneath the high chair. Life is too short to worry about what the lady in the check out line behind me is thinking as my son is screaming because he doesn’t want to leave the store without his pack of gum, although at 1 years old, he has no idea what a pack of gum is, he just knows that it is colorful and he wants it! Life is too short to worry about the fact that my 2-year-old already wants to pick out his own outfits and half, ok-let’s be serious, all the time, it doesn’t match yet he will kick and scream until he has his own way. Instead of complaining to my friends, how tired I am all the time, maybe I will start sharing how blessed I am instead. Maybe I will share how lucky I am to have a little boy who thinks I am his whole world, and who definitely is my whole world. Maybe I will stop constantly picking up the mess, and instead, start making the mess as I play crazy games with my toddler. Maybe I will just stop trying so hard, and start simply enjoying the moments I have with my precious boy. Moments that go by all too quickly, and moments that could change at any given moment. Here’s to enjoying the mess and enjoying life! xoxo