Dissonance

Winter break officially started yesterday afternoon, and I can feel myself in a state of dissonance, too scattered to focus on any one thing for very long. I am anxious for my family to come to town in a day or two and want my house to look festive, clean, and tidy. Not because it's expected but because I am more at ease when I'm not thinking about the unswept kitchen floor.

But my mind keeps wandering back to my last day of work, remembering the few loose ends I wasn't able to take care of and will be waiting when I return in two weeks.

Then there's the planning for these precious days we have off, even more precious because we have possible babysitters, meaning that we could potentially do some of those things that we can't afford to do with a sitter because they're too time consuming. But these activities have to be balanced by the time spent with those visiting. My time with them is precious, too.

But my children always pull me back to the present. Carter needs a cup of milk, a story to be read, a snack to be made. Cameron's ready for a nap, a new toy, to nurse. I am reminded that I can think and plan and worry all I want, but now is now. I need to pace myself and be present, pull my mind away from the past and future, into what's happening around me.

I need to ground myself and find my rhythm, synthesize everything that's in my head into a steady beat that moves me forward, not a cacophony that scatters and spins me.

So I sit here and write in an attempt to quiet my mind, perhaps even empty some of what is in it. Writing calms me and centers me, helps me sort through my thoughts and refocus on priorities. I feel less grinding of my gears already. I am able to think and see more clearly. Deep breath. Let the holidays begin.

Winter's Here

We spent Monday evening in Cherry Creek North admiring the newly unveiled, high-ranking Christmas window displays, and then drinking hot chocolate. It was one of those magical nights where the lights are brighter, the air is crisper, and cheeks are rosier than usual. Such a spur-of-the-moment outing that will hopefully be a yearly tradition.

On Wednesday, Mark and I had the day off from work and for the sake of getting some good "couple" time in, we took the kids to daycare and headed to Lincoln Falls for some ice climbing. The weather was perfect, the ice was in, and the kids were taken care of. We got three good routes in. Tromping around in the snow and ice really made me realize that the winter spirit is here, even if not the official winter season.

I'm getting excited about digging out the Christmas decorations and transforming the house for Carter and all of our visiters that will be coming in to celebrate. I say, bring on the blizzards, bring on the snow. My arsenal of hot chocolate and comfort foods is ready and waiting.

'Tis the Season

We are definitely in full swing of the holidays at our house. Carter has learned the joys of making cookies (eatinmg the dough around the cookie cutters) and decorating (shaking the sprinkles into his mouth).

We also celebrated our family tradition of going to our former landlord’s property and cutting down a tree. It’s probably one of my favorite days of the year because Mark and I always reminisce about where we fell in love, and it somehow seems full circle to now share that special place with Carter.

Carter also loves the Christmas tree and excitedly runs to plug it in every morning as soon as he wakes up. He loves to talk about all the ornaments and rearrange them every once in awhile.

I have pulled out my Christmas CD’s and have reveled in dancing with Carter by the lights of the tree and singing at the top of my lungs. Carter alternates between a full-out belly laugh when we are spinning and dipping, and a tender snuggle when the slow songs come on. It’s such simple, delightful memory-making that I know I will look back on and smile. I already do.

Last week it snowed just enough for Carter and I to go sledding on one of my days off, and he loved it. As soon as we’d get to the bottom of the hill, he’d giggle and turn to me and say, “Again?” He even walked up the hill every time, pretty surprising since he seems to be in a stage of always wanting to be carried.

The arrival of the out of town guests begins tonight with Mark’s family, followed by my family on Friday. We will also have an additional three dogs at our house, so things will not be dull. I just hope the Christmas tree is still standing by Christmas day.

This year I have really made an effort to not be stressed out by the holidays and to see the simple joys every day that Carter experiences through new eyes. I have slowly gotten all the chores done (shopping, cleaning, cooking) without feeling rushed or overwhelmed. I've even carved out some time to play some Christmas carols on the piano. It’s amazing how slowing down can somehow make the work happen faster and less painfully.

With Carter’s help, I have remembered just what this season is about, and that if we just take a step back and look, the joy has always been there. Sometimes it just gets a little stifled by all the other stuff that comes with the holidays.

Merry Christmas to everyone, and may you all find a little time to smile at something simple and beautiful.