I’m happy to report that we received some encouraging information regarding our adoption. (yes! finally some news to share!) AGCI announced that the wait time for Ethiopia has decreased. Exponentially at that! This is especially encouraging to us because we are nearing the home stretch in our wait for a referral. Do we know when we will get a referral call? No. But this means we are much closer than we thought! What a lovely Christmas present.
Christmas season has been a little weird for me this year. Knowing that you have a child on the other side of the world kind of dampens the cheer. I was thinking about this today and consequently getting a bit irritated with myself. Seriously. Apparently I need some homely looking kids to pop up out of nowhere and do a quick skit on the “true meaning of Christmas.” My Savior was born on Christmas day and I’m whining about not being with a baby who doesn’t even know I exist.
Of course it’s a little more than that… this whole season has gotten kind of weird in general. Priorities are mixed up, people are incredibly stressed out… it can become so yucky. Sorry for the four-year-old word there, but yucky seems pretty accurate. We over-think everything from how to handle Santa to how many presents the grandparents are going to dump on our kids. Our poor Elliott is so full of the original story of St. Nicholas and the theology of Christmas that he has come to the following conclusion: baby Jesus was born on a star and consequently rode a reindeer to Heaven. Fantastic.
Here’s the funny thing: we are pretty bare minimum parents when it comes to Christmas. We have a tiny tree and a wreath. We don’t amp up Santa and we focus on the story of Jesus’ birth. I’m guessing the fact that his preschool door is decorated with the kids’ pictures reincarnated into flying reindeer (with a nativity in the background) has fueled his weirdo stories about Christmas. (see pic. from camera phone below) So back to over-thinking Christmas. I’m not going to freak out that he came to this conclusion as I drove him to school this morning; he’s 3 years old. But I am going to make sure we continue to read the story of Jesus and teach him the truth about Christmas. I’m already anticipating what he will teach Charlotte. She is only 1 this Christmas, so her understanding of Christmas consists of taking ornaments off the tree and enjoying the lights on our neighbors house. She also loves to point to the nativity and say “Jesus.” She is far less tainted than Elliott at this moment. (=
We aren’t total scrooges by the way. We visited the ever-so-crowded Gaylord Opryland Hotel to take in the scenery. Here’s some pictures that are bound to make you smile.