25/12/2024
Christmas Eve. It’s a night of wonder and anticipation. Whether you are looking forward to the remembrance of the arrival of the Christ Child or Santa or both, it’s a magical, wondrous night. As moms, we are the curators of the magic and memories, but I urge you in the bustle of this night, making sure everything is wrapped and under the tree, whether it’s 20 presents or 2, take a moment to savor. As the mom of a pr***en, elementary schooler and preschooler, this year has been unique. The age gap has never seemed so big and yet so perfect. We have handprint ornaments and gamers. Tomorrow they’re getting a phone, baby doll toys, and a giant Bluey. We’re turning a page and I am acutely aware of it. As I sit in this twinkle of the lights, I wonder where has this time gone? I think of the year of the giant Winnie the Pooh already a decade ago, the giant Minnie 7-8 years ago, and now our giant Bluey. The perfect caboose. I ponder these moments and cherish them in my heart, much like Mary and many other mothers before me and those who will come after. It truly is a privilege this motherhood. Sure it’s an adventure with the fighting and navigating the craziness of siblings and trying to keep the older ones quiet while the little one naps or the little one from wrecking the oldest’s new LEGO set and keep everyone out of the girl child’s skin care (because every 9yo needs skin care 😂), but this is life, and life more abundantly, so I will cherish it. It is a beautiful, wonder-filled adventure. All is well, mamas. Angels and man rejoice. Lift up your voice and sing or take a quiet moment in your heart knowing that despite everything else in this world, whether the packages are wrapped or not, the tree looks abundant or sparse, you are loved and you can rest in the knowledge that you are a great mom. Merry Christmas.