Random Kid Stories from 2019

Dear Kids,

Here are some random stories about you from 2019.

“Never waste diamonds on a hoe.” This, Marshall told us, is the second rule of Minecraft. I’m certain that he didn’t understand the double entendre (YouTube strikes again), though he may have suspected that there was a joke in there somewhere. However, he takes his Minecraft seriously, and after thinking about it more, he amended his statement, saying that it was maybe the third rule, the first two being “Never dig straight down” and “Never dig straight up.” Good to know.

Saturday, October 26th, was your first fencing tournament, the Pumpkin Smash. Before the competition the head of the fencing academy gave a speech which was inspirational but so philosophical it probably went right over most of the kids’ heads. He talked about how fencing is “like life, but super condensed.” He reminded the competitors not to be distracted by things that weren’t important, to focus on their technique and not on winning (“Observe and correct”). He told them that they could win or be beaten, but they couldn’t lose unless they gave up. You both took 4th place, which was good (parity makes life easier whenever children are involved, because it forestalls jealousy). Livia maintained a wonderfully positive attitude. Marshall was extra mindful of his technique. You both made me proud.

We still don’t clean the house as often as we should, but we must be improving, because you no longer assume that cleaning means visitors will be arriving imminently. Now you at least ask, “Is someone coming over, or are you just cleaning?”

On Tuesday, the last day of your summer vacation, we took you to Worcester for the day. We went there primarily for furniture shopping. The bedroom set we’d been thinking about buying was priced nicely at a furniture store there. We not only bought the bedroom set for ourselves, but we also got a good deal on a new bedroom set for Livia. Afterward, to reward you for your patience, we took you to the Ecotarium, which you were just young enough to still enjoy. The highlights were an outdoor marimba/xylophone on the playground, a little train ride around the perimeter of the property, a bubble-making installation, and a wind booth. There was also a gift shop, where we bought mood rings and astronaut ice cream, proving that museum gift shops haven’t changed much since I was a kid.

Love,

Mom

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Two Days ‘Til Coasting

I did not break down yesterday, scream at the kids, or cry afterward. OK, maybe I did a little, but I got it back under control. Now I repeat to myself, “Stress is for rookies, and this ain’t my first Christmas Rodeo. Stress is for rookies, and this ain’t my first Christmas Rodeo. Stress is for rookies . . .” And if I can survive these two days, I can coast to the end of the year. All I have to do is get through two days. Two days ’til coasting.

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Stress Is for Rookies

I am trying to remember today that most of my holiday stress is self-imposed. I have a lot to do, and it’s probably more than I can realistically accomplish. So I am dividing my to-do list into three parts:

  1. Must Do
  2. Ideally Would Do, but the World Won’t End If I Don’t
  3. Would Be Great, but We All Know It’s not Happening

The critical details are that the house must be clean enough that my parents won’t be repulsed, we must have food to feed them, and we must have a wrapped gift for everyone we’ll see on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Everything else is merely icing on the Christmas cookie. My mantra: Stress is for rookies, and this isn’t my first Christmas Rodeo.

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All the Best

We can know that the darkness is coming, know its ways, and be prepared for it, and it can still creep up on us and nearly swallow us whole when we’re least prepared for it. But we won’t let the darkness win. It’s time to turn on the prettiest lights, play the cheeriest music and movies, drink the warmest beverages, eat the tastiest comfort food, curl up under the coziest blankets, read the most wonderful books, talk to the nicest people, and whatever else cheers us up the most when the days are at their darkest. We have made it almost to the end of the year, and we deserve all the best of everything.

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Favorite Things: Christmas Stockings

Today is the 21st day of the Virtual Advent Tour, hosted by my best friend Sprite at Sprite Writes. Every year the Tour reminds me to think about what I love most about the holidays, to be grateful for the gifts of the season, and to broaden my mind by learning about other people’s traditions. I’m excited to be taking part in the Tour for the first time this year.

One of the things I love most about the holiday season is digging into my boxes of Christmas decorations and reacquainting myself with certain old and cherished belongings. I know that Christmas isn’t supposed to be about about things, but some things help me connect with Christmassy feelings of love and joy, and today I’m going to tell you about two of them.

Magical Christmas Stockings

My mother crocheted these magical Christmas stockings for my brother and me when we were small children. She made his first and mine a few years later. Having been crocheted at different times, they are not exactly the same. One is noticeably larger than the other, so they are not a “perfect” pair. That seems to bother my mother. “I guess my stitches changed size,” she said to me when I asked about how she had made them. She lamented that she’d never been that good at crochet, comparing her own skills to those of other women in her family, who had been able to produce remarkably delicate doilies and whatnot.

She’s not giving herself or the stockings enough credit. I doubt there’s ever been such a thing as a magical doily. Meanwhile, the magic of these Christmas stockings is still going strong decades later. I actually feel a little guilty for having taken my brother’s stocking to pass along to one of my children. I asked my mom if she thought that was unfair, and she replied, “Well, you asked for it and he didn’t.” It pays to ask for the things that we want!

You might wonder what, aside from nostalgia, makes these stockings magical. Their greatest magical power is their stretchiness. These stockings can accommodate any number of gifts in all sorts of shapes. They can be filled until they’re huge and misshapen, and when emptied they shrink down to their normal size and shape as if nothing had ever happened to them. If you’ve ever read Jan Brett’s The Mitten, a story from Ukrainian folklore about a lost mitten that becomes home to assorted woodland animals, it’s a lot like that. I’ve never tried squeezing a bear into either stocking, because I hardly have time during the holidays for bear wrestling, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I could.

The stockings bring so much joy on Christmas morning. I remember how, when we were children, my brother and I would creep out of our rooms Christmas morning. It was still dark outside, and chilly, and the house was silent but for the peculiar noises that only come out at night. It might have been scary if it weren’t for the light of the Christmas tree to draw us through the darkness. Our stockings were laid out in front of the fireplace. We always spent what felt like hours looking through and playing with our new treasures. This was part of the magic of Christmas, and we believed in it so completely. It was not only Santa’s gift to us, but also to our parents. Without the stocking stuffers to keep us busy, we would have woken our parents up even earlier.

Now Santa fills the stockings for my children, who are forming their own magical Christmas memories. My parents visit us for the holiday, so my mother is here to see the stockings filled. She is still amazed at how they stretch to whatever shape and size is needed. We bond over it, which is also a kind of magic.

And that’s why these Christmas stockings are two of My Favorite Things.

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Icy Transformations

The icy weather turned every blade of grass into a statue . . .
And made drapes of the beeches . . .
And transformed pine trees into giantesses in icy dresses . . .
Or arches, sadly.
It showed off the blues . . .
And brought out the reds . .
Vividly.
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Scatterbrained Day

Fatigue made me even more scatterbrained today than usual, but at least I managed to get a few things done. I worked. I did several loads of laundry. I remembered (though late in the day) to put something into the kids’ Advent calendar. I also bought some Christmas gifts. So the day cannot be called a total waste.

One thing I did not do was to go to the impeachment rally. I had hoped to, but the weather was just too nasty. The driveway was a sheet of ice, and the car was frozen shut. The weather has only worsened since, which has relieved me of any guilt I was feeling over staying home.

Meanwhile, the poor trees are struggling under the weight of all the ice that has accumulated on them. I cringe every time I hear the wind blow. I’ve already heard two limbs break and fall to the ground, and my hubby thinks he heard a third. I expect there will be more losses overnight. I hope they don’t fall on our vehicles or power lines, and I hope the temperature gets high enough to melt the ice tomorrow. Otherwise, we may be stuck with it for a few days.

Now it is late, and I must go to bed. Wish me good sleep. I will need it. Christmas is only just over a week away, and there’s still so much left to do!

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New Plan Required

Sure enough, the school called at an ungodly hour (5:20 a.m.) to tell us that school had been cancelled. I had brought the phone into the bedroom so that I could answer it without leaving the room. It still woke me up so badly that I never got back to sleep. If it hadn’t, my hubby’s phone ringing a couple of minutes later in a nearby room would have done the trick. Once again, instead of getting to sleep in, I got robbed of a couple of hours of much needed sleep. It’s going to be a very long day.

So, my hubby and I have agreed to a new plan. The next time a storm approaches on a school night, we’re going to turn off the ringers of all the phones so that they won’t wake us up. We’re going to get up at the usual time and check our messages. If there’s a delay or a cancellation, we’re going to quietly enjoy a little extra stress-free morning time. We would rather miss an opportunity for sleeping in than lose our normal share of sleep!

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Need Sleep

I made the deadline for ordering my Christmas photo album, but just barely. Now I am tired. I wish I could sleep in, but bad weather’s coming, and how much do you want to bet that the school will call and wake me up at 6:00 a.m. to tell me that I could have slept in if they hadn’t woken me?

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The Cards Are Done!

I finally ordered my holiday cards today. I often order from Shutterfly, but not this year. Their card designs were pretty, and if they would have let me buy the quantity I needed, I would have paid what they asked. But I just couldn’t live with the choice they were forcing on me, to buy too few cards (25) or too many (50). So I went to the Walgreens website, where I was able to order 40 cards, which is how many I needed.

The Walgreens cards aren’t as pretty, but they cost less. That’s a choice that I can live with (sorry, Shutterfly!). As an added benefit, since Walgreens prints in-store, I’ll have the cards tomorrow. That means it won’t be my fault if they get mailed out late!

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