“Advent is here. What a marvelous time in which to renew your desire, your nostalgia, your real longing for Christ to come — for him to come every day to your soul in the Eucharist. The Church encourages us: He is about to arrive!”
-St. Josemaria Escriva
This first Sunday of Advent found my hiding in my room, stuffing myself with the kids’ St. Nicholas Day chocolate.
Our daughters. WAIT! The last one’s not ours!!!
Not the peace day of joyful preparation that I had planned. We went to my parents’ house on Saturday to enjoy the downtown Christkindlmarkt with them. By 7 o’clock I was too tired to make the hour and a half drive home (hubby stayed home to write papers), so we stayed overnight. Meaning we had to drive home this morning, get ready for church, and attend a later Mass. The whole day was thrown off and the girls were extremely whiny and grumpy in church.
A frustrating fact of life with kids is that out of the ordinary days, when they get to do lots of fun stuff, tend to lead to overtired and grumpy children, and miserable parents. The kids did have lots of fun yesterday, especially enjoying the magic show and Irish dancers performance. Today, though, was rough.
Nonetheless, we made it to Mass for the First Sunday of Advent. (Time to wear my old purple dress, the Advent and winter standby.) We lit the first candle of the Advent wreath. (When I realized that although I bought candles last year, I had no idea where they were after the move, thank goodness for Amazon Prime, that delivered them this morning to my doorstep.) My mom passed on our hand sewn Nativity Advent calendar, which I’m excited to share with my own children this year. We decorated the tree and watched Rudolph.
Hopefully, these are the memories that my children will remember; not the frazzled and stressed mother, who would dearly love the gift of a few quiet hours to herself.
I’ve been thinking of this post all day, ever since I was hiding in my room with chocolate Santas. I kept thinking I should find some lesson in the day, a way this First Sunday of Advent was somehow an adequate beginning of the Advent season. But it wasn’t. I kinda blew it. But maybe that is the lesson. Humility. On my own, I cannot prepare and persevere patiently for our Savior’s birth. Today was a reminder of how much I need Jesus this Advent season. Only He can prepare my heart, and bring the peace that will allow me to patiently and joyful celebrate the season of His birth.
Check out the other Advent posts over on Rosie’s blog!