Christmas Lives On

We’re coming to the end of January, when few people are still enjoying the decorations that have brightened their homes for many weeks. Not one to go with the flow, I’m wth those few. The bright star, the little red Christmas tree, the Christmas cards taped to a wall, there’s all still there. But not by plan this year. It’s the gifts.

Every fall I look for universal gifts that would please all of the young boys and girls in the family–a formidable challenge. The boys were an easy plan. The eleven grand- and great-granddaughters?  It wasn’t until December 6 that inspiration struck. What girl wouldn’t want a mermaid blanket—a wrap to snuggle in with a huge fan tail? After learning the kids’ favorite colors, I ordered them, three to be drop-shipped to Tennessee.

Two days later, I received the confirmation statement and found they were shipping only two to Tennessee, and in the wrong colors. The other order was also a mishmash of errors. Quickly I got back to them, cancelled those orders, and returned to the Website to reorder. Detail by detail, I carefully made out the order. What could possibly go wrong now? Then there is Murphy’s Law.

Suddenly the prices were half again higher, not to mention that the shipping had been uncomfortably close to the blankets’ cost.  I emailed the company questioning this. And the days wore on. They never replied, but a week later, the prices were back to normal. I ordered once more, and a week after that received notice that they were shipped. But where were these coming from and how long might it take to reach here?

Christmas came. Christmas went, and finally, in mid January they arrived. I could easily have bushed all of this aside, telling myself I learned a lesson and would next year get on it earlier.  Then, remember Murphy’s Law? One blanket was missing.

It’s late January now, and that last one has not yet arrived. I can’t take down the Christmas decorations when the season is still hanging by its thumbs awaiting that last piece, can I?

In my young days, I asked the Lord to give me patience. I had no idea that it would be a life-long process, and I want to say, I get it now, God. But this small matter, as everything else in my life, is in His hands. We wait and trust and accept. May I have this peace when the dark days come, too. Meanwhile, the decorations that say JOY are still here for my pleasure.

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Happy New Year

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I love New Year’s Day! I love the symbolic blank slate that says all things are beginning anew. For the first half of my life, I disdained New Year’s resolutions. Maybe I simply wasn’t into traditions. Or Maybe I was too naive to realize how much I needed to change. Theoretically, of course, each day is new and can be an opportunity for growth. But there’s something more definitive about January 1st.

Of late, I look on New Year’s Day as a time to seek the fruit-of-the-spirit goals that in my youth I believed would drop upon me as the rain from heaven. When I sought patience, though, life became a long waiting game. Endeavoring to become a more loving person, I was confronted by hate around me.

But year by year, I understand more the gifts God desires to anoint me with, and I am challenged again to open my heart and mind to be filled.

May the old be left behind now and may the Lord bless us all with a new year of joy and love.

Christmastime

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With a mere week before Christmas day, Ray and I scamper around organizing gifts for our 19 grand and great-grandchildren. Some gifts are bought, some ordered, and some still only good intentions. We’ll spend the coming week and maybe the week after that wrapping and watching the unwrapping, looking for reactions that say we made good choices.

This year, our decorating is minimal. In the past, every room in the house said Christmas in bows and trees and sparkles. It’s so much fun! And it’s so much work! Sometimes, though, minimal has more to say.

The things that were taken out of convenient boxes now shine, being so few. By day, the toys surrounding the mantle speak joy, as the letters do. By night, the large star in the window proclaims to the world that we remember the birth of Jesus, announced by angels and a brilliant star.

This is what we want to speak of in our decorating, the wonderful gift of God, His Son, coming to earth to bring us joy and salvation. My Christmas wish is that you will open your heart and let God’s gift bring this hope to you.

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The Perfect Gift Book for Grandma

What’s a Grandma to Do? 20 Fun Activities with Young Grandchildren is a book that offers ideas that have proven to bring pleasure across the generations.

Very often parents are overly busy, and children miss the opportunity to interact and enjoy leisure-time enjoyment with them.  But then grandmas may have more time and can fill that gap.

There are few joys in life that can equal walking into a house and into the open arms of happily squealing grandchildren. Anyone can play Lego’s with them; that’s fun, but not memorable. The challenge is to make our time with them unique and keep the kids eager for our next visit.

This book was written from my experiences with my grandchildren for the purpose of sharing activities with other grandmas looking for new ideas.

The illustrator, Jaime Helbig, is my granddaughter, who enjoyed some of the activities included in the book in her early childhood days.

The Birth of a Book

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Many years ago, I’d made a solo trip to Tennessee by Greyhound bus to visit my son Jim’s family. It took 16 hours to get there, and 26 hours to return, having detoured to Chicago. I had spent three weeks in my very young grandchildren’s home, being part of the family day by day. Leaving was sad, knowing it would be another half year before we were together again, but there was one big difference this time. I had a plan. I would write a book.

Once before I’d spent much of the return trip writing a cookbook. I’m by no means a great cook, and this had nothing to do with the visit. It just popped into my head after the goodbyes. I would write a book containing Polish recipes, which of course my Polish friends would gladly share with me. And it would include Polish festivals, weddings, holiday events.

Throughout the traveling hours, the book was fleshed out, including a plan to later go to a bookstore to see which publishers were likely to accept my ingenious work. Oh, I was so organized! This was, without a doubt, a winner. But when I checked it out later, there on the bookstore’s shelf, was the identical book. Let’s scrap that idea.

This trip, though, I had 26 hours to revisit the idea of writing a book. My mind was still churning around some of the events with the grandchildren. Jim had often set me up with the youngsters, encouraging interaction and activity. It brought out my creative streak, and in afterthought gave new purpose for those boring travel hours.

Ten years later, I tripped across those notes. Having stood the test of time, it still beckoned me to continue. And that, my friend, is where I’ve been for the past year, living, breathing, planning, writing, rewriting. In addition, my granddaughter, Jaime, a skilled artist, drew all of my grand- and great-grandchildren into the mix, illustrating each activity.

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Today I’m pleased to announce the publication of our book, WHAT’S A GRANDMA TO DO? 20 Fun Things to do With Young Grandchildren. To order, click on tab at top of page.

The Next Generation

Two years after they married, my life was changed when Walt and Kathy gave birth to their first child, Jaime Lorraine. I was a grandmother now. Was my friend right, that this was the natural step after motherhood? Not exactly.

There had never been a grandmother in my own growing-up years. Then, as my own children grew, there had been no grandmother nearby. One lived five hours away in New Jersey, while the other was seven hours away in upstate New York. There were no frequent visits, no interaction at frivolous moments, no involvement in responsibility for the children. With that background, I hadn’t a clue just what a grandmother’s role should be.

Still, I knitted for my little grandkids, sewed dresses and made soft sculpture dolls when they were tots. Occasionally, I took each one to some special place. Mostly, though, we gathered together for dinners at our house, where I tried to engage them in meaningful conversation. At their young ages? Not a chance.

It was the second set of grandchildren that clarified the role. Since they live 700 miles away, I’m always in their home on much longer visits, and the family dynamics are entirely different being with them all day.

Maybe the relationships developed more with teaching moments. Always the instructor, I held “Beauty Shop” sessions, where the girls would perhaps become more concerned with their appearance. I took them on woodland hikes to show appreciation for nature, we wrote stories together, celebrated silly things. And more. These were the precious days of being with my young grandchildren. And ultimately, spawned the idea of a book to share these ideas with other grandmas who might be looking for fun activities with their own grandchildren.

Welcome to my Cyber World

There was a certain sadness when my fourth and last son was an infant, knowing there would be no more babies. I would cradle him in my arms, feel the warmth and sweetness of his little self, and gaze at his beautiful face as if I could freeze that moment and make time stand still. Those mother juices just don’t stop easily, do they! I moaned over this to a friend. “For this we have grandchildren,” she replied.

It was many years later that Walt, my first-born son, stood at the door wearing a white tuxedo, hours away from his wedding. In that instant, my  mother role changed. He was grown up now, about to embark on a life with someone else who would partner with him in making life decisions, would laugh with him, would cry with him. The torch was about to be passed and what I saw now was my friend.

Of course I will always be Walt’s mother and he will always be my son. I will always care about him and will always pray for him, depending more now on God’s watching over him while there is distance between us.  But the stark reality of what I had read long time ago stared me in the face, that a parent’s job has been successful  when a child is grown and ready to leave and conduct his or her own life. It doesn’t always feel right, but it’s what must be for a healthy relationship.