Last time I posted on here, I had written a reflection on the sweet moments of Advent and Christmas in our family. Unfortunately, the post vanished somehow from wordpress the next day, I don’t know if I accidentally deleted it or not, but at least I enjoyed writing it. I write this post just one day after the last day of the Christmas season, so I’m really not that late….right?
The Advent and Christmas season for our family was just what we needed. I know that Ross and I gained even more from having our daughter begin to participate and understand more. It was such a gift observing her reaction to everything new – after all this truly did seem new to her, last year she was only 15 months. Her fascination over our gradually growing Nativity scene (I brought out more pieces each week) was delightful. She kept asking “Where Baby Jesus go?” (because the manger was empty), so when we were able to show her the life size Nativity scene after Christmas Mass, her face just lite up with such sweetness. Of course the Advent candles were a favorite, accompanied by “O Come O Come Emmanuel.” And her awe and glee over the Christmas tree and ornaments made me and my husband giddy ourselves.
I hope that my memory of the night before Christmas and Christmas morning will stick with me for years to come. This was our first Christmas in our home, so everything seemed more special. Arranging the kids stockings around their respective seating area for the morning felt so sweet. And the next morning when we helped the kids open their gifts, my husband exclaimed, “this is better than I ever imagined.” All in all, it was a wonderful Christmas season for us, our first together as a family of four.
I will never tire of the liturgical calendar and how it is set up. I am reminded of the verses in Ecclesiastes:
“There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to give birth, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them; a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces. A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away. A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to be silent, and a time to speak. A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. God has made everything appropriate to its time, but has put the timeless – into their hearts so they cannot find out, from beginning to end, the work which God has done. I recognized that there is nothing better than to rejoice and to do well during life. Moreover, that all can eat and drink and enjoy the good of all their toil—this is a gift of God. I recognized that whatever God does will endure forever; there is no adding to it, or taking from it…”
This is our Church calendar. We are not meant to be stagnant, our hearts can’t take that. We need the hope and reflection of Advent and the joy and of Christmas. Ordinary time gives us that breath of fresh air and change. Down here Carnival season has begun. And before we know it, we will soon be in the season of Lent.
I had never really been one for New Year’s Resolutions in the past. However, after a few more years as a wife and stay at home mom under my belt, I have begun to see just how meaningful that fresh start and outlook can be. This year I intend to strive for more order in my day to day life. More face time with my family. More gratitude for what I have. Simply put, I intend to make this year my year to be more present to each moment and each day. Not to mention, my phlegmatic self needs the order to live well.
To my small, small amount of readers out there, I pray that you have a blessed beginning of the year. Peace be with you.