It is snowing outside, yet another reminder that Christmas is racing toward us like a freight train. I am surprised at how quickly 2009 has flown by, I don't know why it surprises me but every year I seem to miscalculate the time and I am cramming oodles of things into one month. No wonder I am stressed!!
This year for the first time in a long time I am in the mood to do Christmas baking, not just a little Christmas baking but tons of baking. The irony in this situation is this is also the year that I have chosen to get into shape, work out at the gym, make better food choices, yada yada yada. However, I did not realize how important my Christmas baking was to the kids until this year when I started getting ready. My 11 year old was beside himself, I haven't seen him so giddy in a long time. I guess in my busy life I forgot just how important the little things are to our children. That was an eye opening moment for me. First of all my baby is 11 years old. I went to his last elementary school Christmas concert on Friday, it seems like just yesterday it was his first concert. My 17 year old son just joined the National Guard, where did the years go? It seems like just yesterday I was helping him get ready for his first Christmas concert. Between Terry and I we have seven kids and we have two that are still little, but it won't be long and they will be grown up too. When Terry and I started dating his youngest child wasn't even two yet and in January she will be seven, she is older right now than Kevin was when we started dating. It seems like a life time and yet it sees like yesterday.
So today as I do my Christmas baking I finally get it, it isn't that we need the sweets, Terry and I don't and the kids really don't need the sugar rush. It is about making a memory for my kids. It is about the little things that we forget in our day to day rush from point A to point B. It is truly about being made with love. I love you babies, each and everyone of you,whether you are 17 or 6, you are and will always be my babies.
Love,
Mom
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