I’ve been quiet this week as I struggle with what to write. We’re busy. Busy with school and music and friends and activities and shopping and general prepping.
Maybe busier than we need to be just so my mind can’t stop and think of the sad.
And I’ve been looking for little miracles that I can grab hold of and hang on to as the world seems to cruel to me right now.
I find even watching the news about the fiscal cliff makes me angry for the posturing on politics versus just doing what’s right for the people. And Lord knows we’ve had enough politic discussions this year to last us until 3245.
And the big and sad of everything just continues to get me down. So I need to stop looking at the bigs and the leaders for those miracles, and maybe just start with what’s inside these four walls.
Because children still believe. They believe in magic and miracles and simple goodness. They believe that the good guys always beat the bad guys and that love is so very easy.
A kiss heals a boo-boo and a hug wipes away tears. A cookie makes the day better and holding a friend’s hand makes the playground almost as good as Disney World.
My kids still believe that the Elf moves itself each night. They write notes to Santa that Sophie takes back to him. They ask to all sleep in Esther’s room so they can hear Santa’s Jingle Bells as he goes down the chimney. Even my 10 year old. She believes. She believes.
They believe in the good. The miracles. The magic. The good guys.
So maybe I need to take my cues for the little ones. Who make the little things more important than the big things. And the big things not so scary. And the spirit of the season alive in our hearts.
I so want to still believe in miracles.
And sometimes when I close my eyes and hug my children tight…I see them all right there…