The Way

I still remember that walk I took with my mom many years ago.

I remember exactly where we were when I started the conversation.

It was a conversation that was developed through a collaboration with my sisters and one that I rehearsed in my head over and over again.

My siblings and I all agreed. It was time.

After several years of loading up our very young children, all their paraphernalia, along with Christmas gifts, stocking stuffers and much more so that we could celebrate at Nonna and Grandpa’s house, we were ready to wake up in our own homes on Christmas morning.

I knew I had to approach this in a very gentle way. Afterall, we were a family built on traditions and certain ways of doing things.

“What if,” I said to my mom. “We all got together a couple of weeks before Christmas and celebrated at one of our homes?”

“Then,” I continued. “You and dad could rotate whose home you go to for Christmas.”

I took a deep breath and we continued walking as this idea slowly began to sink in. With every step, I could sense that she was beginning to accept it and maybe even embrace it.

It would be the beginning of a new tradition and the way we continue to celebrate – with a few of modifications.

There is a lot less gift giving to each other and much more presence with one another.

My parents don’t travel far from home, so my brother graciously rents out a large house – near theirs - to provide a space where we can all gather and celebrate this Holy day.

When our weekend celebration comes to an end, I literally have to remind myself that Christmas Day has not yet come.

It feels so much like it has.

I believe that’s the true joy that comes from celebrating Jesus.

Wow . . .

“He is the only way.”

Here’s to more WOW Moments!

❤️ Lucy