Bittersweet-ness. Day 27

It is always so funny to me how many Christmas decorations we see as we travel each Thanksgiving to go visit our peeps in North Carolina.

I should confess here that I am one of “those” people.

The ones who pretty much boycott anything Christmas until after Thanksgiving. Yep. I feel pretty strongly that Thanksgiving totally gets the shaft. You can never have too much Thanks or Giving, really. Can you? No, people, you cannot!

But once Thanksgiving gets its due, I turn into one of those “every day should be Christmas” people. I mean, we shouldn’t just celebrate Jesus’ birth one day a year. Even Ebenezer Scrooge figured out that we should keep Christmas in our hearts all year long.

And what is Christmas about? Certainly the birth of our Savior is the number one focus. But for me, as with Thanksgiving, Christmas is also about family, love, gratitude,  and giving.

So, here we are again.

On the cusp of the crazy Christmas chaos—something I try every. single. year. to avoid. Some years I do better than others. This year, though, I guess, I am feeling the need, just a little more than usual, to slowly savor each moment and intentionally focus on what is truly important during this season.

Budding adults...Nov. 2012Now that my kids are 17 (going on 18 in a couple of months! ACK!) and 14 (going on 30), I am starting to feel this urgency. It goes a little something like this:

“Holy crap! They’re growing up too fast, and they are going to leave me, like, SOON! Cling! Cling! Cling!”

Do any of you other mamas feel me out there?

I look at these budding adults and though I feel so much pride and joy and hope and excitement for their futures, I also look at them with a tear in my eye and smidge of nostalgic bittersweet-ness. (Is that a word?)

I know they are growing up, and though I am trying very hard to be realistic, I just want to hang on to these fleeting moments with them.

To pretend for just a little while, that they are still my babies, standing there in their matchy-matchy Christmas pajamas, looking up at their daddy and me with those glistening expectant faces on Christmas morning.

Matchy-Matchy PJs Circa 2004

I look at these two faces with such gratitude. I am so thankful for these amazing human beings who are still my babies— and will always be!

“It kills you to see them grow up.  But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn’t.”  ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

Advertisements

8 Comments

Filed under 30 Days of Thankfulness, Family, Kids, Parenting

8 responses to “Bittersweet-ness. Day 27

  1. Uh my kids are 16, 8, and 4 and I’ve been freaking out since the day they were born. It goes by too fast! PS how sweet is that photo of Jacob and Emma in their Christmas jammies? Precious!

  2. Totally understand your dilemma as will all mums of grown up kids. Even when they leave you will still feel the heart tugging.

    I’m with you 100 per cent about Christmas – in fact, I just wrote a post about it which will be my CBBH Photo Challenge going live on December 1st!

  3. Hey there! Been meaning to comment every day but reading them all through quickly on my phone and having no time to sit for leisurely computer time! I know everyone says it “goes so fast” – I can’t imagine now how bittersweet that must be, but I know someday it awaits me….glad you have such sweet kids who still love Christmas and will always bring such joy-

  4. Totally agree my 14 year old will be a 15 year old on Thursday. (Feel free to embarrass her in class. Oh, I looked up ‘bittersweet-ness’ in the CMJ 2012 Homeschool Edition Dictionary/Thesaurus and it is most definitely a word!

I always love hearing from you! :-)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s