If you came here looking for some feel-good, happy memories of our Christmas weekend, now is your time to move on to another blog. There's your warning!
Here's what I learned this Christmas:
~ Our boys are growing up and becoming independent with their own ideas about things...just as we brought them up to do. And I need to get used to it and move on.
~ Even though they may not admit it right now, the boys do care about traditions. When I called everybody to the table on Christmas Eve for pizza, MS said, "Is this our Christmas Eve Dinner?" Ummmm....yes. Yes it is. OS even made the comment that he couldn't believe we didn't have a Christmas Tree up. (Well, technically we
one up, but I took it down on the 23rd for a private reason.) MS also asked about the candy that I usually make. I made one batch of Tx. Millionaires for our next door neighbors (who supply me with pecans!), a small batch of Chocolate Covered Cherries for YS, and a batch of Red Velvet Truffles (for YS and our neighbors).
~ The Chocolate Covered Cherries were different than I usually make. My usual recipe calls for powered fondant, and I didn't have any. I didn't feel like driving up to the north part of the big city just for a bag of it, so I looked for a different recipe. I ended up mixing up a couple of different recipes (See, Candace, I can do it!). For the filling, I used 1 cup of powered sugar, and an even mix of Bailey's and the juice from the jar of cherries. Excellent! There was some left over, which will be great over vanilla ice cream or pound cake.
~ We were hoping to go to the Keys for a vacation...one last family vacation before OS graduates and (hopefully) gets a job. Turns out none of them wanted to go, even though they had plenty of opportunities to tell us in the past few weeks. Instead of a vacation, OS went back to the mountain to hopefully make some money at his new job as a ski/snowboard instructor, MS wants to visit friends for New Years in another state, and YS is just happy being a homebody.
~ Babies and Midnight Mass don't go together. Not when there were 4 other masses that they could've gone to. I'm all for tradition, but we never went to Midnight Mass when the boys were small. It would've been different if the parents of the crying babies had taken them out at the first peep, but they didn't. The Mass was beautiful, the church was gorgeous, the music was great. It would've been perfect if it hadn't been for those crying babies! (Yes, I realize that Jesus was a baby, and the season is all about him, but His parents didn't have the choice of 4 other masses!)
~One good thing came out of the weekend: OS & I had a good heart-to-heart talk on Christmas. I am proud of the man he's becoming. His dreams aren't what I would have expected from him when he was little, but he knows what he wants and is going after it. He had a really good semester in school, grade-wise; only 1 more to go! I'm envious of him: He has the confidence in himself to want to move out west by himself (or possibly with a friend...I'm not sure if he's planning on going with someone or not), get a job, and live out there. I don't know if I could've ever even thought about doing that when I was his age.
~ Next year I'll go back to decorating the house, and will fix a Christmas Eve dinner. We may not all be able to be together next year, but the boys are growing up and becoming independent...just as we raised them to be. And I need to get over it and move on.
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