Time Has Come Today
My son has needs that go way beyond wish lists, Legos and chocolates from the advent calendar. But he has those needs too. We have our traditions and we have our challenges. This year, I hope to make new memories and wipe away some bad ones.
But I've gotten a very late start. Certainly, as soon as I had planned to be all caught up and daily in my Holidailies posting, catastrophe happened (see previous seven posts), and either I was without reliable connection or I was floored by the swirl of life around me. And here I am struggling to make the grade (my goal of 30 entries), but still be true to the kind of blog entries I want to make and look back on.
Holidailies aside, I have also gotten a late start with baking, decorating, cards and package sending. I have the three packages I am supposed to send, right here, ready to go out tomorrow. I hope they arrive by Saturday. I have the recipe for gingerfolk which I need to make for Tuesday. And I have the boxes of brownie mix for my dad(well, the right kind of mix is a tradition!) and magic bars for the office party. And decorating... hmmm. The red and green box is still in the garage.
In fact, I still need to do three more loads of laundry to be caught up from the lightning quick visit to Austin. Where does all the time come from, and where does all the time go?
No, what I did today instead of laundry, decorating, cards or baking... I read aloud to my son. I recently read that reading anything out loud (even the billboards on the way to work) exercises parts of the brain and gets them all talking to one another. And being read to also stimulates some part of the brain... but mostly I think it provides the kind of entertainment that goes directly into the hard drive, to the long-term memory, to the core of one's soul, to the fabric of one's character.
It may not be a habit, what with all the chores and the single mother tiredness and the competition for his and my attention (hmmm, hello blog! hi Nintendo!), but it is something that we will do every night until my son is 20 (or he can't stand it anymore). After one day and 48+ pages, it might be a habit already.
I will read aloud (and might ask him to read to me some nights) every day, for even five minutes, preferably 30. If I were the new year's resolvin' kind of gal, that would be it. Reading aloud feeds the soul, the heart and the mind.
What are we reading? Why, a little elfen story about Santa Claus, of course. Kringle
(We're all the way to Part II.)
But I've gotten a very late start. Certainly, as soon as I had planned to be all caught up and daily in my Holidailies posting, catastrophe happened (see previous seven posts), and either I was without reliable connection or I was floored by the swirl of life around me. And here I am struggling to make the grade (my goal of 30 entries), but still be true to the kind of blog entries I want to make and look back on.
Holidailies aside, I have also gotten a late start with baking, decorating, cards and package sending. I have the three packages I am supposed to send, right here, ready to go out tomorrow. I hope they arrive by Saturday. I have the recipe for gingerfolk which I need to make for Tuesday. And I have the boxes of brownie mix for my dad(well, the right kind of mix is a tradition!) and magic bars for the office party. And decorating... hmmm. The red and green box is still in the garage.
In fact, I still need to do three more loads of laundry to be caught up from the lightning quick visit to Austin. Where does all the time come from, and where does all the time go?
No, what I did today instead of laundry, decorating, cards or baking... I read aloud to my son. I recently read that reading anything out loud (even the billboards on the way to work) exercises parts of the brain and gets them all talking to one another. And being read to also stimulates some part of the brain... but mostly I think it provides the kind of entertainment that goes directly into the hard drive, to the long-term memory, to the core of one's soul, to the fabric of one's character.
It may not be a habit, what with all the chores and the single mother tiredness and the competition for his and my attention (hmmm, hello blog! hi Nintendo!), but it is something that we will do every night until my son is 20 (or he can't stand it anymore). After one day and 48+ pages, it might be a habit already.
I will read aloud (and might ask him to read to me some nights) every day, for even five minutes, preferably 30. If I were the new year's resolvin' kind of gal, that would be it. Reading aloud feeds the soul, the heart and the mind.
What are we reading? Why, a little elfen story about Santa Claus, of course. Kringle
(We're all the way to Part II.)
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