Do you remember being a child and sitting in the front seat of the car with your mom? Our old station wagon had lap belts, but no shoulder harnesses and I can recall times when my mom would need to slam on the breaks. She instinctively protected me by putting her arm across me like the bar on an amusement ride. The brakes would grab hold and we would snap quickly forward, and then back against the seat again.
That is what today feels like to me.
I was going about my life enjoying Christmas break. Russ and I were busy getting projects done, decluttering, and feeling the satisfaction of hauling bags to Goodwill and loading up the garbage cans. Sweet Pea and I had a list of tasks that included actual work, but also movies to watch and special foods to cook. The kids were busy with activities and enjoying Christmas gifts. All in all, the break was ticking along quite nicely.
Yesterday Sweet Pea and I went to Spokane and went wedding dress shopping with one of her childhood best friends. We had a grand time with Gretchen and her family and loved nearly every dress she modeled, but there was one that was a clear winner. Once the dress was purchased we all went to lunch where we talked, laughed, and ate a little too much.
Then all of a sudden, I was standing in the parking lot saying goodbye to Sweet Pea who was heading to Seattle for meetings and then flying off to more interviews. I got home from Spokane, made dinner, helped Dimples and Honeybee gather things together for school, and we put the kids to bed.
Then it hit me that Christmas break was over. It didn’t wind down gradually, it ended so abruptly that I feel a bit stunned. Today it is back to the reality of laundry, menu planning, homeschool lesson plans, and phone calls to return. There was no lazy coffee sipping this morning, no fun conversations with Sweet Pea, and Russ was out the door to drive the girls to school at 8:00.
It’s all come as a bit of a shock – don’t ask me why, because I don’t have a definite answer.
I’m trying not to feel blue – dinner is in the crock pot, the washer and dryer are spinning away, I’m making my way through paperwork on my desk, and as soon as I post this, I’m going to clean out Dimples’ dresser drawers. As Elisabeth Elliot says, “Do the next thing,” – a very good principle for days like this.
What was one of your favorite moments over Christmas break?
#621 – 630 giving thanks
my Mom’s 72nd birthday today – happy birthday, Mom!
wedding dresses and a happy bride
fellowship with good friends
Sunshine playing with a new learning toy and loving it
a new shelf in our closet
newly painted trim downstairs
significant conversations last weekend
Noah taking the youngest three ice skating today
one more week of Christmas break for my college guys
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