**Originally posted 12/24/2009**
There comes a time when you’ve just got to grow up.
I think I’ve finally reached that point.
I used to get so upset when things didn’t go perfectly and exactly as I had planned them, especially around the holidays.
I loved that growing up we had the same wonderful traditions from the beginning of December till the end of December that we did year in and year out for as long as I could remember.
There was the Nutcracker in early December.
Then the church Christmas Program that everyone in my family played a part in every year.
Homeschool Christmas parties, church Christmas parties, and when I was a teen the annual Christmas banquet.
Seven layer cookies and fudge were our holiday treats.
The Grinch, It’s a Wonderful Life, and the Black and White Christmas Carol were our classic holiday movies.
Everything topped off in glorious fashion with the candlelit service at church on Christmas Eve and then our crazy loud amazing time and Grandma and Grandpa’s house reading the Christmas story, opening presents, eating food, laughing and singing.
Christmas morning was filled with tons of toys and goodies which we’d open much too early.
Christmas afternoon meant back to Grandma’s with said goodies in tow for a huge turkey feast.
It was all beyond wonderful.
But it’s hard to establish traditions, to make yearly memories, to revel in the holiday glory when each year you spend Christmas in a different place. When each year you’re either traveling to visit one family or the other, or you’re stuck in whichever state you’re calling home at the moment.
The first few Christmases this really bothered me. I liked normal, familiar, wonderful. I didn’t like new and different and lacking. I really struggled with my attitudes.
This year it didn’t even occur to me till today, but I haven’t once stopped to have a “poor me” attitude. I’m not mourning the fact I didn’t get to go home to Wyoming during the holiday season at all (first time since I’ve been married) I do terribly miss my family, but I’m overjoyed at the fact that we’ll get to spend Christmas with Bob’s family who we rarely get to see.
I don’t care that they run things differently, or that I won’t be opening up presents on Christmas morning. All I care about is that Bob will get to be with us this year, he’ll get to be with his family, and I’ll get to watch Amber open her presents.
I guess that means that, really truly for the first time, I’m being able to focus on what Christmas is truly about. It’s about getting the focus off of yourself. After all if Jesus had been only concerned about himself He would have never left the glories of Heaven to become a helpless tiny baby in a smelly barn.
My prayer is that this Christmas you’ll stop and also remember what it is truly all about. Spending time with family, with those you hold dearest.
And remember your Savior, who thought nothing of himself, but everything about you and your eternal destiny.