So, this is the way I spent my day:
1. I got up at 5:30, like always, and drank coffee and spent some time journaling and praying and thinking, the way I always do. This is called Couch Church. This morning it also included Reconciliation, which I will tell you more about when you get to number 10.
2. When Jack got up around 7:30, we talked. We talked about a trip we are trying to plan in January, which we've had trouble figuring out because we couldn't agree on the way we want to do it. We reached a win-win, and we left the conversation liking each other a whole lot more.
3. I asked Jack to make oatmeal for us, so we had breakfast. With lots of brown sugar.
4. I announced that I wanted to clean house, and Jack offered to do the floors. I cleaned, talked to my daughter (see above), put in some laundry, spent a little time on Facebook, cleaned some more, played Scrabble, talked to my girlfriend, and got out the Christmas tree.
5. Are you still there?
6. Then I went for a warm, blustery, leg-stretching walk. The wind was barreling out of the west, and cars lined the streets. I could smell a pie baking, and boys were out playing football. The air was terrific!
7. I came home and baked brownies and mixed up some peanut butter cookie dough, which I baked after we watched a movie. Jack had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and I ate popcorn. The treats (what's left of them) will go to Minneapolis with us tomorrow when we travel to see Jack's sister and her husband.
8. And I thought of my children and grandchildren, and my niece and her children, who are spending this day together at my daughter's (firstborn). I purposely didn't go this time for a couple of reasons. I was just there (Chicago) two weeks ago and had a lovely time. I got some really good one-on-one time with each of them, and participated in my grandson, Grady's, baptism, so I still feel a little full from all that. Also, I want to encourage them in their own relational dynamics, because I have a hunch that it changes whenever I'm present, regardless how much they love me and want to include me.
9. Then I ate a cookie, wrote for a while, texted my stepson, cleaned up the dishes and watched another movie with Jack.
I'm good with that.
[And I may as well add that for years and years and years (about thirty), I roasted 25-lb. birds and cleaned my house for other people and decorated every room. I think I even enjoyed it. But then I decided that sometimes I don't like all the hard work that goes with that. And sometimes I'd just rather be giving my attention to other things, regardless of what the calendar says. (One year, I started writing Christmas cards on December 27th and mailed them all late.) Sometimes I put up a Christmas tree, and sometimes not. (I have it out, now, so it's looking promising for 2012!) And, what-do-you-know. I've even gone all day on Thanksgiving without eating turkey or seeing anyone but my husband!]
This is why I consider myself a Recovering Traditionalist.
10. Here is a tool for listening to your inner child. It works because it's a way to bypass a lot of debris, and tap into the subconscious--where most attitudes and issues originate.