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Sunday, November 20, 2011
A Visit With Friends, Welcoming the Holidays.
Funny the things we put ourselves through.
Norman Rockwell, Bing Crosby specials, the Brady Bunch. Everything showing us how things should be. Perfection. I am mixed about whether of not we are better off today than then. This generation isn't familiar with Norman Rockwell, but they are exposed to reality tv and anything that goes against the rules. My sons have been exposed to my passions and obsessions, Martha Stewart contributed alot to my neurosis. But all my mistakes, obsessions, ideals have somehow rubbed off on them. So they too have expectations. I think they believe that "sure mom can pull off two Thanksgivings in two days for two different sets of family with all the trimmings, or decorate the house in a day complete with 6 trees fully decorated while baking 12 pounds of assorted and frosted christmas cookies." I asked for it right?
Well Thursday and Friday we have family coming. I usually decorated Black Friday. Let me rephrase that. . . I live to decorate the house on Black Friday. My feet never enter a store. I am primping garland, and standing on ladders, hooking ornaments and hanging crystals from one of my trees. I am in sweatpants all day, hair a mess, maybe a hint of makeup but I don't care. I am in my glory.
Well this year my husband's family is coming so I have to decorate on Saturday.
Every year I feel the rush, the pressure. Although I enjoy it and live for this time of year, I know I am slowing down.
I love Sundance Magazine, started by the founder and one of my favorite movie stars, Robert Redford. He always writes a few words of inspiration with a profound message. This month for his Holiday issue, he talked about growing up and how his pulse raced in anticipation for Christmas and how on Christmas day, after the thrill of all the gifts and the long awaited arrival of the day of all days, it felt to him like a giant balloon deflating. He then goes on to say( and I'm quoting him)
"Over time I've come to realize that it is in the climb up the mountain that is more rewarding than the stand at the top."
I belive that. I pray that we all appreciate and focus on the climb up in all things in life. That we may strive to perfect our steps and cherish the good and the bad, the perfect moments and the not so perfect ones. For that is what makes us truly human and truly closer to God. That is my quote. Hee Hee.