Her first year of
college, my daughter roomed with a girl who was several years older
than she. The roommate considered
herself infinitely more sophisticated. She announced that unlike my daughter, she had grown
up in the real world.
My daughter had married
parents. She had a reasonably adequate middle class life. She was religious and her
friends were too. Her relative safety and loving (huge) family were
such a wonder that my daughter’s life was deemed “not real.”
The truth is, of
course, that there were wobbles and bumps the roommate would never
know about. But still. When did we decide that bad was more real than good?
It’s Christmas
Day. I hope it was wonderful. It was preceded by weeks of planning.
There have been concerts and plays
and recitals. There is music on the radio that you can sing along with. We made favorite
treats and watched favorite shows. We snuggled and planned and anticipated.
It was magical. Last
night we surveyed the house with twinkly lights and presents wrapped
and breathed in joy.
We read the scriptures.
We taught about the baby. Bathrobes and towels made little boys and girls into shepherds
and kings. Happy tears were nearer to the surface. The Spirit felt
near. But now, there are
wrappings spread far and near and children who need a nap and dinner
to make.
Now it is the day after
Christmas and there is trash to take out and work to catch up. The worries we set aside
will come roaring back. We find ourselves staring down the barrel of
a cold bleak January. The magic we felt seems a lifetime away.
We are done with magic
now. It’s back to the real world. To work and school. To
business and busyness.
Except, the magic is
the real world too. The real world is the resounding thump of January
2nd. But it is also children
carolling. The real world is bills but also the tender ministrations
of a five-year-old Mary to the baby doll standing in for Jesus. The
real world is rumors of war and a 24-hour news cycle. It is also
“peace on earth, goodwill towards men.”
Live in the real world.
Put some tinsel in your heart to shine on icy day. Snuggle and pray
like it’s Christmas
Eve. Think of others and how to give good gifts of every kind. Let
there be a little bit of magic. Love like
a mother did when her son was born. Love like a Father did when his children needed
redeeming.
Merry Christmas and Happy December 26th, 27th, 28th...
I am me. I live at my house with my husband and kids. Mostly because I have found that people
get really touchy if you try to live at their house. Even after you explain that their towels are
fluffier and none of the cheddar in their fridge is green.
I teach Relief Society and most of the sisters in the ward are still nice enough to come.