There was no way to know back then that two decades later I would be on a similar hunt, this time with a newborn baby strapped on my chest, and three boys bounding ahead.
It’s a question that took me over two decades to answer, “Is it worth it to take young kids on trips they won’t remember?”
We would fumble, I was certain. Sometimes dancing is nothing but mess as we sloppily maneuver around one another until we fall into step together.
My words encouraging her to see herself as beautiful and unique fell short when I could hardly look in the mirror without finding a flaw in myself. She was watching.
Whether they believe in Santa or not doesn’t seem to be my focus anymore. I am asking a much more important question these days.
During the Christmas season, there are so many things that vie for our attention. This month the world will scream its definition of Christmas, while God will whisper, “Remember Me.”
My mother was the queen of tradition-making. She worked to keep the main Gift of Christmas the main gift of our attention. But in all the activities, she recognized the simple power of connection.
“Mom, what is Thanksgiving?” His question came from the backseat. I can’t recall what, exactly, I was talking about. But that word caught his attention. His question caught my own. And I didn’t know whether or not to be upset.
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!