Kristina Beers: Today’s moments are tomorrow’s memories

By Kristina Beers

Special to the Pioneer
I find myself reflecting quite a bit this time of year. Wrapping up one calendar year and looking forward to another brings natural moments of pondering.

The holiday seasons also carry a type of nostalgia, wafting through the gatherings, collecting more memories for next year.

Not only am I grateful for the nostalgia, I welcome it — getting caught up in memories is a terrific excuse to slow down and enjoy the holiday seasons. Because, frankly, this can be a mad, mad, mad time of year. (Black Friday, anyone?)

I hate shopping on a good day. I am the kind of wife who has to buck-up, prime my determination and give myself pep-talks leading up to the dreaded shopping day each month. I must say I am so grateful this chore has eased! I can get away with making frequent small trips to our local grocery store rather than my previous twice a month extravaganzas with five kids in tow.

Mind you, this is just groceries. I am even worse when it comes to gift shopping, which makes me believe a primary inspiration to becoming a crafter is the quick realization I can stay home and create as opposed to venturing into the dark world of retail.

So taking the time my faith gives me (Advent) allows the slowing down and careful preparation rather than a shopping frenzy, over-the-top decorations, or bizarre “Great Christmas Light Fights.” I’m a hot cocoa by the fire kinda gal. Toss in a hand-sewn table runner and my decorating is complete.

I would wager a bet there are more of us out there, cowering inside unlit houses, underneath piles of fake garland and behind a blinking cursor on the posting section of Facebook. There is so much pressure to shop, decorate and go over-the-top for the holidays! The ads! The sales! The social media posts!

But life holds so much more for us.

I teach my kids how things aren’t what matter, people are. Moments are. Nostalgia doesn’t come from that great present; it comes from sitting in front of the tree with your spouse while the littles are sleeping and music is just barely audible. From placing that special ornament lovingly on the tree. From realizing the previous Christmas was the last one your mom will ever be present for.

As an adult, I need to remind myself of that often as well. I need to not just share a meme on social media of what the holidays mean, then feel my stomach turn as I look at my list of unfinished decorations and shopping.

I must guard against getting caught up in the stress over things that don’t matter and be present in the moments that will last in the hearts of my family. If I am to pass this truth on to my sons, I need to be the example. And that’s what I allow to rest in my heart and settle my soul.

Enjoy this magical season!

Kristina Beers lives in the Remus area with her husband and five sons. She shares her thoughts on parenting teenagers and young adults on the first and third Saturdays of each month on the Pioneer’s Family and Friends page.

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