The weary world rejoices

It was bound to happen eventually.  I was keeping things simple, focusing on the true meaning of Christmas.  Hosting gatherings and going out to dinner with friends.  Baking and sharing our Christmas goodies.  Spending snowy days with my boys.

And then…

I’m not sure what the tipping point was.

It could be that my quest to “keep things simple” actually worked.  And then I panicked.  Were my dear sweet children going to wake up to find that Santa only left them toothbrushes, books, and a couple of sad looking tree ornaments?  How could this be?  There would be no sparkle in their eyes unless Santa brought something big!

I was especially focused on Henry.  He is at that perfect age where things are magical.  Here’s where it gets tricky; Henry could care less about toys.  Yard tools and sports equipment are what speak to him…but I wanted sparkle!  Surprise!

Naturally I purchased a Wii.

I had no idea what I was doing or what I was buying.  But isn’t that what we are supposed to do?  Buy big at Christmas time?  Even if they haven’t asked for it, or need it.  Both the economy and our children’s happiness depend on it.  To top it off, my purchase gave me that yucky-belly feeling.  Yet there I was, sweating in Costco and buying a Wii.  {What’s with me breaking out into a sweat every time I go shopping?}

Maybe the tipping point was the moment I came too and realized that darn game was going right back to the store.  Can you return something claiming temporary insanity?

Or was it the time I simply sat down tired and cried on the kitchen floor?  With my baby also crying, lunch partially made, cookies ready to be packaged laundry going, bags waiting to be packed and presents to be wrapped.  I wondered how any mom could possibly get it all done and still enjoy Christmas.

Perhaps the tipping point was when our doctor suggested that William’s incessant crying might be the result of a lactose intolerance.

It might have been when a shoe hit my head at the grocery store while innocently reading labels, picking out a cart-full of dairy-free products.  Looking up I discovered that Charlie was both shoe and sock less, and William was well on his way.  Quickly I tried to gather up our belongings so other shoppers could pass while frantically asking Henry to help me find Charlie’s brand new {$400!} orthotics!

I don’t know where or when it happened, but somehow the Christmas spirit was knocked out of this mom.  Even in my quest to keep it simple and soak up the goodness of the season I couldn’t find the wonder.

Instead I was focused on small daily disappointments and my own short comings.

In the midst of our many seasonal celebrations I almost missed it.

The greatest celebration of them all.

Jesus, our Lord of Lord, King of Kings, Saviors, Wonderful Counselor, Lamb of God, Emmanuel, Redeemer, Prince of Peace, Messiah was born.

The Light of the World

I almost missed it.

Thank goodness for His grace and mercy.  This weary mom rejoices.


Eric up-date:  You are amazing!  THANK YOU!  Together we have raised $1635 for Eric.  There is still time to donate, but most importantly let’s all be praying for a family for our sweet Eric.

It’s not too late to make a general donation, or make a donation as a last-minute Christmas gift.

From the Reece’s Rainbow website:

  1. Donations accepted until midnight eastern time on Dec 31.
  2. Ornaments & gift cards available until then as well, we just can’t guarantee delivery before Christmas for orders placed after December 20th
  3. Please donate for a child who is still under their $1000 Angel Tree goal.
  4. Please encourage international sponsors via Paypal!
  5. Don’t forget corporate matching gifts and donations via STOCK


There is no shortage of families hoping to adopt a child with Down syndrome, only a shortage of funds to do so.   Money is the ONLY thing keeping them apart.  Your donations as adoption grants will make it possible for each of  these children to be saved from life in a mental institution. Ornaments and gift cards are available now until December 31 with your minimum donation of $35!   Any donation amount is appreciated.  Click here to track all of the Angel Tree sponsored children. Eric’s photo and total is near the bottom of the page.


3 thoughts on “The weary world rejoices

  1. I feel for you. I’ve had those same panicy feelings that I wasn’t making Christmas special enough for my kids. Most years past they have been spoiled with useless, annoying and greedy-inducing toys but we are only down to one relative still instisting on buying stuff we don’t need. But we have gotten our act together to decide how to make it special in our own, non-commercialized way.

    I made some peanut butter balls. Hopefully that should count for something. (I just mixed ground oats with Skippy Natural Creamy Peanut butter then after refridgerating them I dipped them in melted chocolate chips. My boys were happy.)

  2. O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
    It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth.
    Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
    ‘Til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
    A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
    For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
    Fall on your knees! O hear the angels’ voices!
    O night divine, O night when Christ was born;
    O night divine, O night, O night Divine.

    Merry Christmas, Libby! I love your posts. You are a blessing:)

  3. Oh, I hope you found the orthodics! I’m glad my girls aren’t the only ones that think that they should be shoe & sock-free, no matter the weather or location.

    And “O Holy Night” is one of my favorite Christmas songs…always makes me stop and remember the real reason for the celebration. Thanks for helping me keep everything in perspective!

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