It’s beginning to feel a bit like Christmas around here and it seems as if some Christmas traditions are beginning to develop. Each year we do things like go strawberry picking and and make gingerbread together (both real and for decorative purposes only – the decorative ones being made of felt). We also watched Isabelle’s Preschool Nativity play (with a realisation for me that she wont be in it next year – she turns 5 next November!!) We also had fish and chips at the park and the kid’s had a photo with Santa on Saturday. Santa seems to get around, because the very next day, they saw the man in the red suit again at “Super” Nana’s (Andrew’s Nana’s) Christmas party at her retirement village. It was such a sweet party – all the (mostly great) Grandparents had bought all the children gifts and Santa handed them out to them all. I have never seen Noah move so fast when he heard his name called. They also had a ‘Mr Whippy’ type ice cream truck come and give everyone ice creams!
Of course, December was also the month of Mr Noah’s 6th birthday and we enjoyed a visit from my Mum and step Dad. There was no big party this year – we simply had too much on, but perhaps next year we will!
The second realisation I had while watching Isabelle’s Nativity play was to wonder what it was like to be Mary, mother of Jesus. I have been thinking about my birth stories recently (the first two are here and Pipi’s is here) and through the lens of motherhood I have new thoughts about the Christmas Story … I mean, how stressful would that have been … on the verge of giving birth but having to travel to another town not knowing where you were going to give birth … only to end up in a manger! (Talk about throwing the birth plan out the window!) (And of course, that doesn’t even get into the unexpected pregnancy or the fact that she was carrying the Saviour of the world!) Mary must have really had to trust in God!
I’m finding that as my children get older I need to rely on Him more and more. It’s not something usually evident in my blog posts (or these happy photos) as I like to use this blog to focus on the positive of this sometimes arduous parenting journey – but parenting is a tough gig and not something I can do on my own. Case in point was an interesting outing this morning. I was at a busy supermarket with the kids. The older two were fighting and Pipi sitting in the trolley, pulled my top towards her as if going in for a hug. Instead I got a mouthful of luncheon sausage (thanks lady at the deli!) spat right down my top, and quite a few sideways glances from other shoppers! De-lightful! … And then I had to go to the post shop! Yay! (I just kept saying in my head… ‘It’s a teaching moment, it’s a teaching moment!’)
My prayer for 2015 is that I will be able to live out Proverbs 3:5 more closely:
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight”
Merry Christmas everyone and wishing you a happy and blessed 2015!