It’s the most magical time of the year . . . for everyone but the Mom of the house!
Between buying gifts, locating wrapping paper, consistently losing the tape, running last minute errands, addressing Christmas cards, planning end of school events, finalizing the Christmas menu and finding a new spot for that darn Elf every.stinking.night most of us are simply enduring this Season.
The magic is gone. Madness is alive and well.
However for just a moment stop to recall how this Season actually started off.
With absolute chaos.
Imagine a young girl in the early stages of labor literally “about to pop.” Away from her mother, her own bed, most likely riding a donkey on unpaved crooked roads for a little over 70 miles full on preggers. I often think God must have blessed Mary with no pre-term back labor. Then forget the argument of birthing room versus delivery room. It’s a stable people – animal hair and other animal offerings, dirty troughs and a floor bathed in sand. Joint Commission would shut a Labor and Delivery hospital down if it resembled a tenth of what Mary endured!
Then to add insult to injury Mary had to deliver amongst animals, not even the kindness of strangers could find her some privacy. Right there on the straw. Then as though that’s not traumatic enough her new husband is the one by her side. And side note he could have had her stoned for that whole unwed pregnancy situation, but now he’s her person experiencing together the most intimate of moments for partners, but also the most glorious of moments for believers.
And recovering post labor in a strange town probably awaiting her milk to come in and after birth to cease behold! Shepards tending their flock out in the local field show up thanks to a massively bright star surpassing any Super Moon we’ve witnessed. If I think I have chaos in my life it’s nothing compared to what Mary endured. Yet she still found the joy in enjoying her swaddled babe. Swaddled just like mine were fresh from the womb announcing a new beginning, unlimited love, utter joy and absolute hope.
All of that is the true Christmas. Despite what ABC family movies, Macy’s commercials and Pottery Barn Kid’s catalogs tell us.
A new beginning. Love. Joy. Hope.
I pray that in the chaos you can stop and just be. Remember your favorite Christmas memory and recall why it is so special. It’s probably not the gifts and the hoopla but the time with family. The memories made.
The presents under the tree will be old next Christmas. The food will be eaten and the decorations eventually put away. But our little ones will never be this age again. My 7 year old might not have the wonder and awe like he does right now. My 5 year old might not feel so much glory in the message and my 3 year old will never be this cuddly on a future Christmas Eve again. I am purposefully going to stop, take pressure off myself to make it so “magical” for everyone, and in turn make it so miserable for me. The time together will only be cherished, never repeated just like it is in this moment in time.
And if you are grieving in this Season I pray comfort find you in knowing so very long ago God had a plan for your life with this baby’s birth. With His Son. Even in the holiday chaos.
If a few posts on my blog this year or some funny memes I put up on my Motherload Madness Facebook page reminded you we are all in this madness together, then I’d say 2016 was a success for Motherload Madness.
So may you enjoy, not just endure, and believe that you are the right person for the job of leading your household through the madness of this Season and the beginning of a New Year. Chaos and all!
Merry Christmas sweet friend and Happy 2017.
All my well wishes for best blessings,