underneath the sparkle
With the first of December just three days away, it’s natural to start thinking about Christmas. I’ve been thinking a lot about our Christmases over the years. Specifically the ones since we’ve had children…this will be our 18th Christmas as parents!
Can I share something with you? Christmas stresses me out.
I can look back on many, many Christmases and remember how trying to make every little detail perfect and magical totally robbed me (and truth be told, probably my family as a result) of any joy.
Don’t we have that pressure as moms/parents to make holidays perfect?
You know what I’ve learned along the way?
No matter how much time or money you spend, it won’t be. And that’s okay.
You know what else I’ve learned? My kids cannot tell you what gifts they got last Christmas. Or the one before that.
But my 17 year old son can tell you every last detail of the gingerbread house he and I made together when he was five. And my 12 and 13 year old can tell you every ingredient we used in making reindeer food that we’d sprinkle over the lawn for Santa’s reindeer. And the ornaments we’ve made together through the years, still hang proudly on our tree.
Underneath all the sparkle, it’s very simple.
It’s not about the food, or the clothes, or the presents, or the pressure.
And it’s certainly not about perfection.
It’s about the PERFECT ONE.
God’s greatest gift to us.
And THAT is where the joy is found.