Every year, when November rolls around, my head begins to swim with ideas. It begins with crafts for relatives. Gift ideas. With so many nieces and nephews, we have to be a little creative. I brainstorm with the girls, I brainstorm with my friends (clients) as I work, I surf the Internet and get inspired by many creative people. I end up with more ideas than time to fulfill them.
The day after Christmas- something happens to my brain, there must be a plug in the back of my head that is fed by the excitement of the season, and on December 26th, it deflates. All my ideas, all my motivation slips away. Does anybody else have this problem?
No big deal. It's all part of the fun of Christmas. My goal this year was not just to end up with stuff to throw in a gift bag. I wanted to create memories for my kids. I want them to remember us sitting at the table painting and sewing and having fun. So when the babies climbed up on the chairs and cleared off the table in one quick sweep, or stepped on the sewing machine's foot petal and messed up my project, I was careful to remain patient. If I yell at the kids the whole time, then I'm missing the whole point. I want to create good memories.
Then I realized-
Why should our Christmas activities be any different than any other day of the year? Shouldn't I want to create wonderful memories of us playing games on an ordinary Tuesday? Or having fun while doing chores? Or jumping in the pile after we raked the leaves? Or- bear with me here- teaching History?
All things should be done in a spirit of love and fellowship. Even the mundane. This is my goal for the new year. Who's with me?
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