Creating the day

As I drop the kids off at school and talk with other parents, or make small talk with folks at the gym, or smile and exchange pleasantries with the grocery clerk, the talk always is something about being ready for the holidays.  And what a busy time of year it is.  You know what I'm talking about.  I bet you have dozens of these same conversations everyday in December as well.

But, interestingly enough, though I participate in these conversations, the weight and urgency behind them hasn't settled on me this year.  I don't feel pressured for time.  I don't feel pushed to create a perfect holiday memory for my children.  I don't feel compelled to bake more or make more or even to be sure that Christmas music is softly wafting through the house. 

Rather, I'm walking through my days and truly enjoying them.  Happy to take my girl on her field trip to see a stage play.  Content to make goodies to send for class parties.  Satisfied walking the dogs late in the afternoon with the kids.  Binding a quilt on the kitchen floor.  Anxiously waiting for family to hurry up and get here already.

Ever eat a push up popsicle?

You know.  The kind of popsicle that isn't on a stick but rather encased in waxy paper where you rip off the top and push the popsicle up from the bottom as you eat it?  And sometimes you try to suck every bit of juice out of the frozen concoction leaving it almost colorless.  Then, and only then, do you bite it and slowly let the ice melt in your mouth?

That's kinda me this December. 

And most Decembers actually as I look back on this similar post from last year.

So, as I enjoy the season  . . . and suck every last bit of goodness out of it . . . I may be somewhat absent from this space.  But in my best estimation, that's exactly the way it should be.

-dana