Early in December as we pulled out of our small subdivision, Littles excitedly yelled, “Look, Momma, the lights!” Tiny little twinkle lights, like the ones that adorn our tree, were drizzled over rooftops and trees of the neighborhood. Each near insignificant individually brought its own brightness to a dark night.
In a near primal (or at least toddler-like) way, we are drawn to the light. Humans have gathered for millennia around fires in the darkness, soothed by the glow of embers, warmed by the dance of the flames, enriched by its sustaining influence. We revel in the sunshine of summertime, basking in its glow. The sunbeams reflecting from icy untouched snow or moonlight cast back from wild water reminds us of the mystery that surrounds us. The ceremonial use of light has been practiced for centuries, by many religions and for many different kinds of celebrations. Light is everywhere the symbol of joy and of life-giving power, as darkness is of death and destruction. We love the light.
We work to fill our home with light. Inviting it in through friends and family that are ushered through the doors. Each guest bringing something that we ourselves cannot provide and completing something we didn’t know was undone. We also seek ways to help two small children understand that allowing their siblings light to shine, doesn’t diminish their own. Somehow, that lesson always has a way of rubbing off on us too.
Littles (3) is well on her way to joining her big brother in the preschool room. Early this fall she made up her mind that she would use the potty and in Littles fashion, just did it. That fortitude can cut both ways as she stands her ground when we least appreciate it. Littles adores her baby dolls and almost always has one in tow. She and her dozen “friends” share her new big girl bed, which in an unexpected turn of events has helped her sleep more soundly through the night. Unfortunately, she is now able to let us all know when it is time to rise with her at 5:00 a.m.
Bigs (5) is wildly passionate about superheroes and Legos. His imagination works in ways we can’t comprehend. He is deeply curious about words and yearns to read on his own. We remind him that waiting is hard for everybody, but the words fall on non-listening ears. Bigs’ favorite books are comic-like books and Cat in the Hat Learning Library books. “Miles and Miles of Reptiles” spurred him to explain to our pediatrician that his body experiences wild swings in temperature and he needs to lie in the sun to stay warm. The doctor assured us that he is in deed a mammal with warm blood.
Husband and Ruth are so totally the same it is laughable. We made the same trip to New York City over Labor Day, but found a dozen new things to do. Ruth knows she will make many trips there, but Husband is plotting the third annual visit in 2015. Downtime consists of lots of book reading and wine consumption, usually not at the same time as that is a recipe for falling asleep.
Our wish for you is that the light of this season has life-giving power in your everyday encounters. Allow your own light to shine brightly. The world needs it.