‘Tis the Season

Oh look, in the trending stories this morning, another asinine complaint being blown completely out of proportion on social media so people with no ________________ (fill in the blank – brain, sense of humor, life, common sense, etc.) have something new to be offended about. We have better things to do, people.

How about we start with not believing everything we read on the Internet? Do people not realize they are making jackasses of themselves?

And oh, how about this, I love this one, how about don’t be a jerk? 

This is my favorite time of year, and you know what? I’m going to enjoy it. 
I’m going to drink my Starbucks coffee, and I’m going to eat my Reese’s peanut butter Christmas trees. 

I’m not going to go around looking for things to be offended about, whether real or imagined. 

I’m going to eat the good stuff, regardless of the cholesterol and calories.

I’m going to drink the mulled wine, and the egg nog. I might get really crazy and have a mimosa with breakfast one day. I’ve never done that before. 

I’m going to make messes in the kitchen. 

I’m going to spoil my kid, just a bit, because I’m thankful to have the ability to do so.

I’m going to help her choose a gift for a child who won’t have that privilege.

I’m going to waste wrapping paper, because I can’t wrap gifts any other way. 

I’m going to drop some money in the red Salvation Army kettles whenever I can.

I’m going to fight with my kitties every day to keep them from destroying the Christmas tree.

I’m even going to TRY to be a less impatient driver. 

I’m going to wish people a merry Christmas, AND wish them happy holidays. I’m going to smile at the mail carrier, and the cashier, and the server, and the others I come in contact with. If they’re hateful to me, I’m going to try to remember that it isn’t about me and maybe they’re having a horrible day. I’m really going to try.

I’m going to listen to Christmas music on repeat. And sing along at the top of my lungs.

I’m going to get aggravated that my husband gets called out for the most stupid things, while at the same time being thankful that he and the other LEOs are ever at the ready.

I’m going to wallow in the coziness of the season.

I’m going to read the Christmas story from the gospel of Luke to my daughter on Christmas Eve, because we believe that Jesus is the reason for every season, not just this one. But I will not disparage those who don’t believe the same way we do. I’m not going to teach my daughter to be an uppity, self-righteous, entitled, jerk to those who don’t believe the way she does, but I’ll always encourage her to stand strong and firm for her beliefs. (FYI, those of you who claim to follow Christ, we might want to remember that a Lion doesn’t need sheep to defend Him. Just a thought.)

‘Tis the season to be jolly. And caring. And to laugh. And to love. And to reflect. And to give. And to be thankful. And to wish. And to make wishes come true. 

And to not be a jerk. 


World Prematurity Day 2015

IMG_0814Today is World Prematurity Day, a day to raise awareness, and, for me, one more chance to celebrate. Did you know that on average there are 15 million babies born prematurely each year? Did you know that 1.1 million of those children pass away from pre-term complications? I never knew either, until 2006.

Here’s my micro-preemie, born at 24 weeks, 5 days, weighing in at a tiny 1 pound, 9 ounces.

It was 10 days before I got to hold her.

It was 105 days before we took her home.

She had two brain bleeds. She almost lost her left leg. She developed a life threatening blood infection. Her lungs stayed so weak for so long and she had to stay on the ventilator for so long, that, statistically she should have had major vision problems. She had several blood transfusions. She endured more in that three and a half months than I have faced in my life.

Today she’s a healthy 9 year old who loves books, animals, and superheroes. I will forever be grateful for the medical advances that saved her life more than once, and for the truly amazing care she received from doctors and nurses in the NICU at East Tennessee Children’s Hospital.

I am forever humbled by the privilege to be her mom, that God chose my husband and I to witness the miracle that she is, and my heart overflows with thankfulness to Him for her life.

Today she is giving a speech in her class about an invention that has made a difference. She chose the ventilator. I can’t think of anything more appropriate.