It’s December 31, 2012 and I’m “recovering” from lots of holiday entertaining . . . not for the crowd of assorted relatives & friends that we’ve hosted in years past … but for very few beneficiaries. Indeed, the cleaning, baking, shopping, wrapping and hospitality seem wildly out-of-proportion to the current number of guests. So who are these sparse folks for whom I gladly wear myself out? They are my 3 adult daughters—two with “significant others.” They are scattered across 3 states and haven’t been able to gather at home all at once for several years. Thus I see one at Thanksgiving and the others at multiple Christmas celebrations between December 25th and 29th.
Please understand that I am NOT complaining. I am just reflecting on what drives me to carry out holiday preparations befitting royalty for guests who are “just my kids.” And because they’ve left the nest, I must do all this exhausting prep without their help!
Like any other family during the parenting years, we were used to sharing the spectrum of messy-to-tidy household conditions, weighted more often toward the “messy” end, complemented by meals of macaroni & cheese or peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. Now as adults my daughters probably would be content with a simple Christmas lasagna dish against a backdrop of moderate clutter & dust bunnies. Yet I strive to provide a spotless home, beautifully-wrapped gifts and a delectable, elaborate spread of homemade goodies. Why? Because this labor-of-love is one way that I can honor them as the magnificent young women they have become.
My husband & I raised our daughters as best we could. But our work as parents is never truly over . . . we pray for them daily, try to communicate often, remain available as much as possible whenever they need/want us, and mostly watch them with awe from afar (on Facebook). Just as God’s love motivated us to sacrificially give our girls their academic & sex-education at home, I believe His love is what prompts my annual holiday preparation frenzy. Colossians 3:23 says: “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as unto the Lord.” Because my children are gifts from God they are far more precious than royalty. They deserve “all my heart” . . . . and my homemade goodies.
Happy New Year everyone!