Christmas elves finally made their way to my house last night…they weaved their enchanting touches here and there, making all of us very happy.
My little man, Indigo, informed me first thing this morning:
1) The Christmas tree really does look so nice.
2) We should have gotten Christmas decorations up before now, so Christmas could come sooner!
We enjoyed the lights all morning and then I had to let him know that the decorations wouldn’t make Christmas day come any faster. All the while, I’m thinking, I don’t know how much sooner it could get here! It feels as though we were just taking DOWN all the decorations and here they are, going up again. I remember, as a child, how Christmas seemed as distant as the end of the world. It would NEVER COME IN MY LIFETIME.
In contemplating this, I’ve realized something troubling.
I am letting OLDNESS get on me.
It has nothing to do with age, but rather an old mentality. It’s wrapping its cloak around me, y’all…trying to make me feel at one with it.
I like the wisdom that comes with time, the knowing…in fact, I like so many things about getting older…but there is one aspect I really do not enjoy~ the loss of childlike joy.
Where does that go?
I’m not sure. It’s more than happiness. Childlike joy is an exuberance for everything that life has to offer. It is seeing the fun and the good all the time~ unless you’re too hungry or sleepy. (I’m fully on board with that, by the way.) It’s a setting aside of yourself and seeing only the best. I don’t want to ever get too old for that. I’m ashamed to say that’s been the case for some time. But for now, I am trying to bottle up my children’s joy and relearn how to feel it again on my own.
Christmas helps me remember.