People, DREW made fun of me for not writing on my blog for a few days.
Anyone aware of the last time DREW wrote on his blog. It made me feel ashamed.
Anywho. I had a blog percolating in my head, but yesterday I decided to run around to stores and make some Christmas presents instead of blog. I hope to get some pictures up after Christmas. Because both receivers are avid blog readers, I hate to spoil their fun.
Back to the blog.
We have a few traditions that we’re slowly building up. It’s hard when you move away from where you were born, and you’re not close to family — but luckily this area has a lot of fun stuff to do. However, I find that it’s not going to the even that my kids remember, it always seems to be something different. For example:
Behold the Gift up at the inner stake center in Oakland. We’ve gone the past 2 or 3 years and prior to now it’s always been the same re-inaction of the nativity. This year they did something different, which — frankly, I wasn’t super fond of until they had the number with the little kids. Throughout the story they had people passing on their “light” in the form of these small LED lights. The same thing happened with the kids, and each one got one (mind you, all of these kids were under 3, adorable as it gets — all dressed in white — with the song “teach me to walk in the light” being played — and yes, moi the pregnant one was tearing up a bit) but at the end, one of the girls forgot where she was supposed to go and she dropped her light, and it went off (most likely broke, according to Drew’s calculations). And then it goes on to how we each share the light of Christ in our lives. It ended-up nicely (but the middle was SUPER slow). So, what’s the only thing my kids can talk about the whole thing — “when the little girl dropped her light, and it went out.” I’m pretty sure I could work that into a morality lesson — I doubt I’d even have to try that hard. But, regardless — that’s what they’ll remember all year about that particular tradition. Definitely not how we can share our “light” with others.
Bethelehem I can’t say enough nice things about this. The local Baptist church puts it on. It’s amazing. For me, it’s my “snow” — I can’t really say it’s Christmas time until I have seen it now. It’s a live reenactment of the nativity. I’m talking camels and sheep, and horses in the barn. So, what will my kids remember about it? Well, while Mary was singing of her love for her new little savior, the Goat kept licking himself. Oh, and the baby Jesus cried for at least 75% of the snow (yes, it’s a real baby — and a very unahppy one for our show). So, if you ask them about it — that’s all they’ll share. What would I share? Well, the nativity is always about Mary for me, and this year was no exception. The thought that she was so young, in a foreign city, with a crying baby, a new husband and the weight of the world on her shoulders. I hope there is a very special place in heaven for Mary (our church doesn’t revere the virgin mother, but I also don’t think we always give her the credit she’s due). To watch your firstborn go through what Jesus did is simple the hardest thing a mother could be ask, right next to what Jesus was asked to do. I hope to give her a hug one day.
Soon we’ll build gingerbread houses, and the memory for that will be that Conner stole one of Spencer’s candies, etc. It’s always something, isn’t it? But, memories aren’t what we set-out to do, they’re what happens, licking goat and broken lights and all._______________________________________________________________________
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