Monday, November 14, 2011

Up from the Dregs

Well, well, well. Pregnant blogging is a lot harder than un-pregnant blogging was. Between the tiredness factor, the feeling a bit icky factor, and the the weaning off coffee factor, productivity levels have reached new lows. This is a good summary of where we're at

I finally tossed out most of the remaining candy, because I was the only one eating it and I certainly don't need that right now. So we're left with a chewed-on jack-o-lantern, mountains of laundry, piles of forgotten school paperwork, and zero Christmas preparedness. I'm thinking of adding to our family tradition; we'll keep the jack-o-lantern, regardless of its state of decomposition, on the front porch until Advent. Eh? You like that? Every time I see that masticated pumpkin it reminds me that bigger stuff is coming. Christmas. I'm not ready.

 The quick high of Halloween and subsequent dousing of saccharine commercial Christmas followed by the gluttony of Thanksgiving is enough to make actual Christmas and the end of the year anti-climatic and energy-draining. It's easy to get caught up in the rush only to arrive at January 1 feeling limp.

The Church, in her infinite wisdom, knows this. That's why there's Advent. A time to pull back and simplify and ready the soul to celebrate the coming of the Messiah. A time to strip everything down to it's most basic and to spend the time joyfully waiting.

Our whopping five-year old family tradition is not to decorate for Christmas, tree and all, until Christmas Eve, other than putting lights on outside the house at the start of Advent, and this year I need this spartan reminder even more. There somehow seems to be a lot more crazy in my life and I need to prepare to prepare for Christmas.

Luckily, I've got one more week before Advent begins, and I'm going to try to get it together. Probably I will still end up doing things at the last minute, and probably I will still end up with half-completed projects and probably I will forget (again) to do anything special for St. Nicholas's feast day but at least....I'm thinking about it. Whatever sort of alms giving or volunteer service we end up rendering will probably frighten whoever we try to help out, but we'll have tried, and our kids will have seen us giving of ourselves to others outside our family, and that is important.

The rotted pumpkin on my front porch will soon be replaced by hopeful, twinkling white lights, and our holiday might not probably won't look like Pottery Barn or function smoothly, but that would be boring. A little strife and sacrifice is good for the soul to remind us what we are really waiting for, to remind us to get ready, really ready, for Him.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Anne! I wanted to respond to your comment but your email wasn't linked to your name so I had to get extra creepy and find your blog! Thanks so much for reading Camp Patton...I can't wait to dig into yours. It is always nice to find young, Catholic mom bloggers! I love your kiddos' names!

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