Christmas · motherhood

Why There’s No Elf on My Shelf

Pulled this from the archives to link up with Kristen at Works for Me Wednesday.  Do you know Kristen?  She’s the heart behind Mercy House and a genuinely beautiful person inside and out. I didn’t actually get to meet her at Allume, but I saw her around and I promise, she’s just as genuine as she seems. 

So after this post by Lisa-Jo, I must not be the only one who’s feeling already a little overwhelmed by Christmas.  It’s all good intentions and high expectations and glorious traditions that send me into a downward spiral this time of year.

Of course, now I have to add Pinterest and Facebook and bombardments of snail mail gift-order catalogs and parenting magazines filled with ideas for perfect holiday togetherness (getting along with the in-laws!) to the mix, and I start to actually feel a little bit guilty about not giving my kids the same Christmas everyone else is having.

Seriously?

Because I truly want to believe that Christmas can be simple and extraordinary at the same time.  I want to believe that magic happens when we least expect it, least plan it, least look for it….like on a starry night in a little town inside a manger of hay.

I want to celebrate Christ and family and all the good things of life.  Like having enough spare change sometimes for a latte.  Like my children having four great-grandparents who adore them despite the mess.  Like discovering great coupon deals on stuff I can give away to those who need more than I ever will.

I posted on facebook today:

So are we negligent parents because there’s no elf at our house? I’m not opposed to the elf, just the $25 it takes to buy it…

because all the pictures I saw this morning showed all these elves up to various mischief in everyone else’s house.

Stop.  I’m comparing myself to everyone else.  Again.

Want to know what happened in my house this morning?  Joshua went to work super early.  He set the alarm and made the coffee before he left.  I love him.  I made Pillsbury orange sweet rolls straight out of the can for my girls.  They got dressed, no fuss, because for two days in a row, we’ve remembered to set out clothes the night before.  I had to wake Gus up. That never happens.  He slept from 9-2 and from 2:45-7:30.  That, my friends, is a Christmas miracle.  We loaded up the peeling paint Odyssey.  We were on time (barely) for school.  I came back home and put snotty Amelia on the couch and nursed the baby and uploaded pics like this to Shutterfly.

It was nothing spectacular, but I’m betting there are plenty of you out there who wish that had been your morning.  Plenty of you who, like me, are constantly comparing and feeling that you fall short in some area of parenting, or decorating, or joy-giving.

Don’t.  Maybe this season we could celebrate our Savior and we could celebrate each other? Because chances are something you’re doing, that you don’t think is all that spectacular, is probably pretty awesome when shared with others.

And just for fun…here are some of my favorite responses to that facebook post:

Yes, most definitely. When I see your 4 beautiful, happy, well-loved children…. I think to myself, wow, they must have negligent parents… I bet they don’t even have an Elf on the Shelf. Those poor children 😉;)

Forget the kids! What about me? We never had an elf growing up and it is clear that is the source of all my adult short comings. On the other hand, I think it might have just caused nightmares when I was little. At any rate, maybe we can start a “no elf” parenting club.

No elf at our house. I would ruin the entire experience by forgetting to move it, etc. Lol. I keep telling myself that my kids are too old. That makes me feel better.

Good Lord Lindsey that is ALL we need, one more little person making messes around the house!

Why add one more thing to Christmas chaos? We all survived without a stupid elf in our houses. That’s my thought.

We don’t have one here. I agree with Jaime though you’re clearly a negligent parent…4 kids, dressed & fed. Not enough…add something else to your duties


See? from others’ perspectives, I’m doing just fine.  I bet you are, too.

That’s last year’s “stack” but here’s a peek at this year’s courtesy of MB Shaw Photography.




Christmas · reflections

Hoping It Was Merry

We had a very merry Christmas.  Lots of toys that the girls had really been wanting, lots of new clothes for my Millie who has been in hand-me-downs since September, lots of food I’m still eating but need to quit.

But I’ve got a little after Christmas expectation let-down going on.  As usual there was lots of family drama-rama that’s sure to continue into the New Year and even though it’s silly, I always believe we’ll put it all aside for Christmas.

Sigh.

Maybe next year?

Drama aside, we did have a good time with lots of family this year and I was so excited to have lots of folks over after church on Sunday for Christmas brunch.  Madelynne was baptized Christmas Day and that made it extra special.

But now everyone’s migrating back to their groove and surrounded by piles of need-to-recycle toy boxes and Christmas dishes that need to be packed and bills that were ignored a few too many times.

I miss the expectation, the anticipation, the waiting just a bit.

But as the New Year approaches, I am wondering in my heart how I can go about making everyday special, everyday a bit of the joyful of Christmas.

And I think the secret lies in the everyday.  The delight of having another chance everyday to praise, to glory, to savor.

I hope your Christmas was delightful and you’re looking forward to much joy this coming year.

Christmas · joshua · reflections

Sacrifice

If you really had to give up something, a true sacrifice, what would it be?

I honestly don’t know.  Giving up my job didn’t feel like a sacrifice for me. It felt like relief.  And we may struggle, but there’s food on my table, clothes in my kids’ drawers and in the hamper, gas in my car.  We may not have everything we want, but we have everything we need.

I think, in some ways, my husband is the one who sacrificed.  He’s working at a job that’s not our ideal because someone had to have a paycheck.  He drives 90 minutes everyday when I know he’d rather be home with us.  He misses soccer games and play practice and Wednesday Night Supper and library afternoons and bike rides and cookie making.

He never complains.

I couldn’t think of a single gift to get him this Christmas.  He doesn’t need anything.  Except maybe some new socks.  But I think, maybe, he just needs my support.  My encouragement.  My gratitude.  I’m sure he’d rather have that than my grouchiness or frustration or lack of faith.

Merry Christmas, Joshua.  You remind me everyday what unconditional love truly is.

Christmas · Paynes · sisters

Santa Train Experience

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On Tuesday Marmie treated all the grandkids to a ride on the Blue Ridge Santa Train.  We saw Rudolph, Frosty, and Santa and enjoyed the antics of the small ones (and some pouts from the big ones).  These are my favorite Christmas gifts, not the ones you can wrap up under the tree, but the experiences you can give and the time you can spend with those you love.

Christmas · cooking · Manic Monday

Managing the Mania

When I was working full-time at parenting one hundred middle schoolers in addition to my own three, I used to write these Manic Monday posts.

I thought those days were behind me when I became a stay-at-home mom.  Wrong, again.  Yesterday was straight from the manic files and I couldn’t even post about it because I collapsed, literally, into my bed at nine o’clock.  Of course, that meant I was wide awake by five to bring you this blogging goodness.

So what kept us so busy yesterday?

Well, it takes a lot of cookies to get a face like that.  Batches of peanut butter with kisses, which I’ve always called silver bells.  Yum….this recipe is from my Land of Cotton cookbook I posted about last week.

And Daddy’s favorite chocolate chip.  No fancy recipe here, ya’ll.  Just read the bag of Nestle (or Laura Lynn) morsels and don’t skimp.

Best if eaten warm from the oven and assisted by little elves.

I made two chicken pies for dinner, one for us and one to give.  I mailed Christmas cards.  I braved Ingles with all three.  Why is it the big ones are more work than the little ones?  We went to Jazzercise and Madelynne worked out with me.  Oh, and because it’s the first day of a vacation we went to the pediatrician because the beginning of a break is Annabelle’s favorite time to develop strep throat.

I know, she looks really sick doesn’t she?  We’re so used to this that I felt like super smart mama and caught it early.  A weak positive on the test and ten days of antibiotics.  And no, she didn’t contaminate my cookies.

How was your six days until Christmas Monday?