Christmas

I used to think I was rather trendy at Christmas, every year I would add to or make new Christmas decorations for our home.  I loved to sew, and that added all sorts of creativity. These years tho, my favorite and most treasured decorations often involve the very old, and the child-made kind.

By very old I usually mean pretty shabby as these don’t always stand the test of time very well.  But Christmas would not be Christmas if we didn’t hang or set out these precious relics of our lives.img_2701

There is the little stocking I crocheted when our boys were small, and there is one of the plastic canvas ornaments that my dad’s cousin sent us almost every year.  Oh, and there is our daughter’s cat.  She isn’t a relic, but rather a symbol of all the cats who have graced our lives. At the left hand top of the picture is the tip of the wing of a handmade glass angel that a former pastor gave to each child in the church.  Above the cat is a paper star with glitter that our daughter made long, long ago in Sunday School.  These things meld together and make up our Christmas memories today.

My mom always hung a faded  tissue paper bell between our dining room and our living room. It was one of those accordion types, that folded flat to store, and you opened up to use.  It had belonged to some grandma, and probably held good memories for her. Having  always been a lover of things past, the faded bell never bothered me, but I wish I had asked mom its history.

One thing that always remains constant in our Christmas is the nativity scene that was made for us by my sister in law years ago.  Every year we unpack and set it up, and every year we are thankful for that little Baby that God sent so long ago.  That Baby grew up to be our Savior and the means by which we will rejoin all our family members who believe in Him someday in heaven.  Thank you Jesus.

Visiting Mom

IMG_3433We visited mom yesterday.  Roger and I arrived first, and found mom asleep in her recliner.  I mean really, really asleep!  We could not wake her up, yet she didn’t seem to be in distress, so we decided to just wait.  In a few minutes our son, his wife and three daughters arrived.  Despite all the chatter, activity and laughter that ensues when we get together, mom slept on.

What a difference from a few years ago!  I visit to grandma’s always meant she practically waited by the doors with open arms and a big smile.  She had a meal prepared and hoped you came to ‘stay awhile’.  Grandma always had things to show that she had sewed, and no visit was complete without a visit to the flower garden and vegetable garden.  We never left without Grandma pressing food and treats upon us.

Finally after about 30 minutes mom awoke.  Startled, she looked around at the room full of people.  After a minute she smiled.  The smile widened as she noticed the three great granddaughters.  With her limited speech capabilities, I view her smile as priceless, perhaps that’s why I love to take her great grands to visit, because she so loves to see them.

I brought a small bouquet of flowers picked from my flower garden, and she loved that also. When I brought it closer for her to see, her hand closed around the vase and she just held on.  Our hands touched, and our hearts did also.  Even though almost everything else has changed, we both still love our children, and our flowers and each other.