Tonight, my Lion husband hosted our family at the Lion’s Club Christmas Party–a tradition three years in the running for our household. I always hold my breath as we trudge into the old building with our three hoodlums, hoping we survive without too much crazy. I’m not knocking the Event-it’s a great event that my kids honestly now look forward to every year. It’s just that some social events are more difficult to contain than others. This one has wooden floors, folding chairs and close quarters. All three can be elements for disaster in the hands of a nine, seven, and four year old. But, to our kids’ credit, they are getting easier and I almost see the glimmer at the end of the tunner. No actual light, but a glimmer.
There are two things I love about this event. One, I love talking with Decatur Community Members, and hearing them say “to enjoy the kids while they are young.” It’s easy to roll my eyes at that, and wish for calm, but I take that advice to heart, reminding myself that Moms in the Trenches do need to take the time to embrace the Crazy Love our children give to us so freely every single day. Looking through someone else’s eyes, I can see my children for the Free Spirits they are, and appreciate that moment. A quick moment. Before they need to sit and be still. Secondly, I love watching our children build friendships. I love setting up the kids’ table and sitting back while our children talk, laugh and play with eachother–even asking eachother about past years’ dinners. Tonight they were referenced as “Future Lions,” which made them giggle, but made me wonder. They will be grown someday? Is that even possible? For me, it’s hard to see past the messy, loud, energetic conversation of the kid table. A picture perfect, messy moment. I guess someday it will be more refined and orderly. Surely not. I don’t know that I will know how to function without digging through my purse for pens, or quietly discussing intensive seating arrangements for best friends.
Ok, so there are three things. Twice we’ve caught Santa driving through the streets of Decatur on a Firetruck as we were leaving. The kids piled up on the corner of the Lion’s Club and waited patiently to give Santa a high five or a hug, and to eagerly accept a waiting Candy Cane. Then, we waved Santa on as he walked from house to house checking on all those kids on the “nice” list. On the way home, I listened to conversation about friends, dinner, Lions, Santa, and the beautiful lights on the Courthouse…
Does it get any better than that?