Christmas Eve 2009

We had a lovely Christmas Eve service at church tonight. My folks took a couple of the boys to their church with them to help us out (divide & conquer, lol), and it happened to be D & Ri’s turn. I know they had a nice time; all of the boys enjoy taking turns going to church w/Nana & Granddad, but it struck me during the service that sitting with my three birth children felt oddly … incomplete.

I’ve had moments like this – times when I counted compulsively in my head, “1-2-3-4-5” to be sure that I hadn’t forgotten anyone, but tonight was something more than that. I realized that it really does feel out of place when the boys are separated. We’ve become a new family over the past eleven months, but especially the six months that the boys have officially lived under our roof.

The music was worshipful and wonderful, as usual, but I did have a few moments when the tears came against my will. I miss Nathan so much. The thought of him singing along with the angels – and even more so, the thought of joining him in praise & song someday – made my heart overflow with a strange mix of grief and glee.

Praise God for his unfailing goodness. Merry Christmas to you & yours!

Christmas Eve-Eve

I’ve noticed that I don’t write as often when I’m feeling down. Seeing as it’s been a week since my last post, I guess that’s fairly accurate. It’s not that I don’t want to write; I just don’t want to complain too much.

We had a nice time in California, and I am grateful that we had the opportunity to go. Traveling with five kids is very tiresome, though, and the trip was anything but restful.

The pre-deployment briefings were informative but also stark reminders that I’m about to spend a year-plus without my husband at home. As frustrating as he can be sometimes (don’t get me started; that’s fodder for an anonymous ranting blog all to itself), it does make a difference having another grownup in the house to help with the day-to-day routines.

Add to all that the fact that I miss Nathan so much, and now you know why I haven’t felt much like writing this week. Christmas Eve-Eve was always a special, playful day for Nathan & me when we were growing up. We always begged to open “just one!” present early. It has been eleven months since my world imploded, and the ache in my heart today is suffocating.

Bear with me; pray for me; we’ll take one more step forward together.

Adventure Riddle

I told the boys at dinner last night that I had a riddle for them to work on together, but only after everyone finished eating and cleaned up his spot. We met in the living room, and I handed each of them a folded square of paper with a clipart picture on it:

  1. Army dude saluting the flag
  2. map drawing of California
  3. airplane
  4. suitcase
  5. the word “Friday”

I told them to show their pictures to each other, and we’d play a game like Blues Clues to figure out Mom’s riddle. One of the little ones guessed that Dad went on an airplane for his Army job. Well, yes, I said, but that has already happened; this riddle is for some new news. Someone else guessed that Dad would be flying home early on Friday. No, I said, he’s still coming home on Sunday.

Jeremy is the one who figured it out. He guessed that WE were going to go to California to see Dad at his Army job! When realization set in, everyone’s eyes got round and jaws dropped. Donovan raised his arms in the air as if to pump his fists and say “Yesss!” but hesitated just for a few seconds until he knew it to be true.

I loved that moment of surprise and seeing absolute joy on their faces. I hope everyone within a three-block radius will forgive the outburst of screaming & cheering that went on for several minutes. The loudest hoots & hollers were when I told them that they would be skipping school on Friday! LOL

Aidan & Ryan each flew on an airplane with me when they were babies. Jeremy flew in utero. Neither Donovan nor Riley have ever flown at all. Everyone was beside themselves with excitement. They immediately wanted to start packing, but I tried to rein them in and suggested that they each find their matching “name” bags and put them in the living room for me to sort. We’ll start packing tonight. 🙂

Experiences or Stuffy-stuff?

My fondest childhood memories tend to center around experiences and people. I do remember some favorite toys,  but when I think back on special Christmas memories, in particular, they are more about the situation than opening presents.

I remember taking turns hanging the special German ornaments on the tree, getting picked as “Santa” to pass out presents on Christmas morning and watching my mom cook in the kitchen. I remember long road trips to visit family. Even my memories of the most special gifts – like my Cabbage Patch Kid doll named “Shelly” – are embedded with other important details like my cousin Shana visiting that Christmas.

I guess that’s why I enjoy taking the boys to go and do things. I like to think that we are building lifelong memories right now. These outings are the makings of “remember when” tales years down the road. Right now, it doesn’t matter to them if the ticket price is $5 or $35 – or free! – they just enjoy exploring and doing something new. That’s why I’m taking the older three to the Dr Pepper Museum tomorrow for a special morning just for kids. They’ll get to make crafts, play games, have snacks and even mix their own soda concoction. What better way for three boys to bond on a Saturday morning? The little two and I will go to the Mayborn Museum and see the huge train exhibit on display for the holidays. Everyone is excited about it, and that makes me happy.

Besides, it’s not just about exposing them to things that will build happy memories. That’s a big part of it, of course, but there’s another reason. The more they have the chance to do/touch/hear/see, the more open they might be to decisions they have to make as they grow up. If they’ve seen science in action, then it’s not as intimidating! If they’ve touched a fossil imprint, then they can imagine digging it up. If they’ve talked to an astronaut via radio while they were in space, then it’s easier to envision being the one up there. If they can walk up to a jet and touch it, they might want to fly one. If they can mix and match soda syrups to create their own soft drink … well, who knows? But it’ll be fun.

The benefit of hindsight

The best part about watching a movie based on a book that you’ve already read is that you have a frame of reference within which to place the important details of the story. Take Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, for example. (*SPOILER ALERT: References to both HP6 & HP7 plot content follow!)

If you’ve read through book six (HP & the H-BP), you know that Dumbledore dies. It is a tragic turn of events, indeed, and the whole wizarding community (sans Death Eaters, naturally) collectively mourns his loss. However, it isn’t until the seventh and final book (HP & the Deathly Hallows) when you understand more fully why he died. So many things become clearer as the tale unfolds!

In the movie version, we can hear Dumbledore plead with Severus and see the pained expression on his aged face: “Please …” as if begging him to spare his life. We don’t yet know that Dumbledore was actually asking Severus to honor his pledge to complete the deed himself. We know that Severus made the Unbreakable Vow with Narcissa and that his own life is on the line if he does not fulfill Draco’s objective, but what we don’t yet know is that Dumbledore was already dying. We don’t yet know that he and Severus made a pact toward this precise end. We don’t yet know that by obliging Dumbledore’s command to kill him that night, Severus not only fulfilled his promise to spare the headmaster a most grueling and painful impending death, but he also spared Draco the damnation of being a murderer. In the context of the whole story, Severus was not a murderer at all. But we don’t know that yet.

Instead, we relate to the character of Harry, who in the throws of mourning blamed himself for not coming to Dumbledore’s aid. He reflects back on the events of that evening and considers it all a waste. He channels his anger and regret into hatred toward Severus Snape. Isn’t that just like us in real life? When things go seemingly well and our friends & loved ones are happy and healthy, then we praise God for his goodness. But when our circumstances change for the worse, we blame the fallen world in which we live.

The Bible tells us that Christ is the same today as he was yesterday and no different from how he’ll be tomorrow (Hebrews 13:8). If that is true (and I believe it is), then doesn’t it mean that even our tragedies somehow fit into God’s bigger plan for our lives, for others’ lives, for the world? It’s difficult when we’re so close to a situation and the pain of the loss is so raw to be able to see how it might fit into the big picture of God’s will.

I will never know why God saved my brother once from a serious car accident all those years ago, yet let him die in a different type of accident this year. However, I do know that God can (and has … and will …) use the situation to his glory. If one person comes to a personal relationship with Christ as the result of Nathan’s story, then in the grand scheme of eternity, I would have to say that it was worth it. Not in a crass or flippant sense, of course – because I certainly wish it had never happened and would do anything in my power to undo it! I just mean that if his life, even through his death, prompted another life to turn to Christ, then it was a life worth living. I don’t have the benefit of hindsight, because the last chapters haven’t been revealed to me yet. I just have to walk by faith and trust that the same God who loved me and led me on Jan. 22 did not change during the dark hours of Jan. 23 and will be the same God who loves and leads me tomorrow.

Dear Santa … Your crazy friend, Me

I realize that I may be a wee bit biased, but I think No. 2 (3rd grade) has inherited a creative writing streak. I enjoyed his Santa letter so much, I wanted to share it with you. He edited the first draft in school, but I’ll include everything as-is:

Dear, Santa

Brrrr…!! It’s cold! Speaking of cold weather, I can’t wait until Christmas. Here are the top three gifts below. I’ll leave some super sugar sweet cookies with a cup of hot cocoa and a cup of egg nog.

The first thing I’ll like to see under that shiny green tree is a glowing gold glorious ecletric guitar. I will practis realy hard, and if I’m get realy good I could show my family.

Another toy I’ll like to see under the tree that is so shiny you can’t see the ornaments! is a silver as silk skate board. I could grind the curve all the way down, and go to skate parks. It will be awesome.

Finally, I want a sky blue DSI. I could take a picture of my brother, then make him into a girl. Then … I’ll have the guts to show him … and he will chase me. It goes on and on until we start a fight.

I know I’ll have the BEST Christmas ever even if you don’t bring the gifts up above. If you do, you’re awesome! If you don’t, you’re still awesome! But you’re not that awesome.

Your crazy friend,

Me

The Case of the Missing …

A few – seemingly random – things have gone missing from my house:

  • The first one is so peculiar – the toilet paper roller thingamajig is gone. The roll of toilet paper (in the master bathroom, no less) was just sitting on the floor, and the spring-loaded tube thingy was nowhere to be found. I looked on the floor for it, thinking that maybe it sprang off. I asked the boys about it. Of course, none of them admitted to touching it. Finally, we bought a $0.97 replacement and shrugged off the mystery.
  • Riley has been relegated to plain white briefs until he stops wetting himself during the day. Just a few weeks ago, I folded and helped him put away at least 12, if not 14, pair. Yesterday, there were 4 … FOUR! We have washed all the dirty laundry, checked every drawer & shelf, and I checked his cubby at daycare. I suspect that he has thrown them away. For the sake of my sanity, I am going to check the [ewww] trashcan in the laundry room tonight, since it doesn’t get full frequently and, therefore, hasn’t been emptied in the past week or two. How does one lose that many pair of underwear?! No one else wears them, so I am 95% certain it’s not a case of mistaken ownership.
  • Lastly, I looked in the pantry last night to grab a plastic sack, and my abundant stash is completely gone. Wth?! Not a single Wal-Mart or HEB bag to be found. I had at least two or three bags full of bags. Bizarre, just bizarre.

Someone, please tell me that I’m not losing my mind. I’ve lost enough already!

snow flurries

We had an hour-long snow flurry on Friday, and it was so much fun. A friend of mine at work and I ran a couple of errands during lunch and felt like schoolgirls being giddy in the snow! By the time we got back to work, the sun was shining and there was no indication whatsoever that it had even snowed. Welcome to Texas, y’all!  :p

It’s moments like these when I miss Nathan the most. The boys were SO excited about the possibility of getting snow. Donovan even asked my mom, “Nana – do you think Daddy can see the snow from heaven?” She answered the same way I think I would have, just saying that she was pretty sure that he could not, but that he had so many amazing things to see in heaven already.

My instinct is to want to pick up the phone or jot an email to Nathan and share with him how thrilled the boys were and how they talked endlessly about the snow all evening long.

Christ[mas] is for the broken

I attended the Baylor chaplain’s Christmas prayer service for the bereaved tonight. I wasn’t feeling particularly sad when I arrived, although I did have a trying day with Riley at daycare and was still a bit frazzled from having to deal with that. There was just something about walking into a quiet, peaceful room with a young man playing acoustic guitar and a few candles lit here and there — I felt such a sense of rest & release. I had one of those spiritually awake moments when you feel like the whole service was meant for you and you alone.

The service began with an Invitation to Mourn. Amidst the holiday hullabaloo, those who are grieving, sad, distraught and broken can easily feel overwhelmed or excluded. We were reminded that if this doesn’t feel like “the most wonderful time of the year,” we are in good company. Even the key characters in the original Christmas story weren’t exactly at high points in their lives. They pointed out a few, but I thought of some others:

  • the shepherds had lowly jobs
  • Joseph had contemplated divorce
  • Mary was an unwed mother and no doubt exhausted from traveling at full-term
  • the innkeeper was overwhelmed by customers
  • Harod felt threatened
  • countless moms and dads suffered & grieved when Harod siezed and killed their young sons
  • the magi brought gifts, including burial spice (imagine that as a baby shower gift!!)

Christmas is a glorious story of God’s intervention and his salvation plan for our lives. It is certainly a time of celebration and remembrance of God’s provision. However, the very reason why we have Christmas … the reason Jesus needed to come, in the first place … is because we are broken, helpless sinners. Christ[mas] is for the broken.

Without realizing that I’m doing it, I have a tendency to put on my “strong face” and try to be the rock for everyone around me. You can only be the Strong One for so long, though, and I know that I have to allow myself some degree of emotional and mental downtime. Tonight was my opportunity to be weak and let my heart be ministered to … to wallow in my grief a while and know that it’s ok to miss Nathan so desperately that it hurts down to my bones. It was also a time to be uplifted and encouraged that with all the festivities of Christmas comes the most important gift: Hope.