You already feel stressed, don’t you?
That’s a super fun way to begin the holiday season – strung out, sleep-deprived and already feeling behind the eight ball.
I’m giving you full permission. For what it’s worth, this isn’t the “be a slacker, it’s okay” Advent post. Nope, I have a wholly different take on Advent and why we’re all doing it wrong.
We keep watching everyone else to see how we should celebrate the coming of Jesus instead of looking around at our own family and building a culture of our own.
Did the tree get put up the first or second week of Advent? And, more importantly, when does it come down? Or, to really get everyone’s dander up, artificial or real? Maybe we can just cut all that **** out and focus on the tree and how we can make it meaningful for our family. Nineteen years ago, ours was a poor, tiny artificial tree that my husband had in his room growing up. We couldn’t afford anything else. Now, it’s in the baby’s nursery.
And, this was our tree last year.
Point? We evolved. Never mind the 17 years of trees in between that barely got decorated when the new babies came, or when the preemie came home from the hospital. Or, there was the year it got pulled over, twice. Those were good times. No really, they were.
We all have a season. Sometimes that season means that we rock Advent LIKE A BOSS. We bust out the handmade Jesse Tree ornaments, send out the Christmas cards the first week in December and bake cookies for the neighbors, all while posting every last smiling photo of it all on social media.
Other times? We realize our season has changed and we lean intot it. Maybe your husband lost his job so present buying really stresses you out. Perhaps your mom/spouse/child/best friend died this year and every Christmas song and the holly-jollying has you in tears. Or, it’s possible your kids are acting like the least grateful people on the planet and you’re pretty sure they haven’t even earned coal in their stocking.
My last scroll through Instagram showed one family gathering all the kids around to light the Advent wreath which is an heirloom piece filled with newish candles. It looks lovely. Mine? My kindergartener made it and it has tissue paper for flames. But you know what? You rock on with your awesome Advent wreath mama, because that’s what works for you. I won’t apologize for the toilet paper version if you won’t apologize for your shiny brass version. Deal?
Find your season, girl. Own it. Celebrate Advent with love. Jesus’ birthday is coming no matter how Pinterest worthy your mantle is, how ingenious your elf’s hiding spot is or when your presents get wrapped. Look around your home and help the people in it to see Jesus in your preparations. Rock that like a boss and I promise, you’ll be doing it right.