Treasures

That was my goal when I thought I'd post every day of December and put forth my joys. There are little joys all around me. B and I strung popcorn today. The kids and I all three painted plaster ornaments yesterday afternoon. I got that double batch of Molasses cookies made last night (why did I think I needed to do double? I'm overachieving!) Being creative makes me happy! So I can't wait to do the roll-out cookies today. They will be another creative outlet. And
again, I had planned on doing a double batch, but maybe I need to re-think that.

What am I treasuring? These creative moments. The joy I hope to see on my kids faces when I can give them something they really want. The gift of family time with a board game. I am so glad we did gingerbread houses. I had loved doing that a few years ago, but had let my tradition drop. But it came back, adn I treasure the moments of B helping me mix up the dough, and of me putting together the house with royal icing, and of B sitting there beside me as we made little houses for J's class.
I'm treasuring what J said to me the other night. He had been
home sick, and B and Lar were out. We had just watched yet another episode of Star Trek Voyager (we've been renting these DVDs). I was really engaged with him, enjoying something he was enjoying, talking about the shows with him. He said, "I'm enjoying spending time with you, Mom." I was enjoying my time, too.

Of course now, we've been stuck in the house together since Tuesday afternoon, and I am getting a little stir crazy. But what can I do today that will give them a treasure moment? I think I can still let go of my "perfect Christmas" agenda and just let them lead me into something they will treasure. Of course, I NEED to get in their rooms and clean, and this doesn't seem to be something that will produce a treasure to them! But maybe if I can not get so mad about what they are not doing, I can make it through. And their clean rooms are one more treasure for them.
1 Comments:
SAve some of those molasses cookies for me and Dad. I could almost smell them from your pocture. The plaster onaments are very pretty. I liked seeing my mother's handwriting. she always wrote so well.
Mom
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Anonymous, at Friday, December 22, 2006 3:08:00 PM
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