Oh my word. It's been one heck of a week. Actually one heck of a month. I cannot believe it is December. Gradually through all the Thanksgiving festivities and house-guests and visitors our house has transformed into Christmas and we've begun one of our favorite traditions of reading a Christmas story under the Christmas tree each night, bathed in the warm light of the twinkling Christmas lights.
I realized something this year on the second night of reading: my kids like to see me cry.
I'll explain. The first night we read "The Gift of The Maji." Of course, I couldn't get through it without tears streaming down my cheeks (that one always gets me...and I'm really not that emotional...it's just one heck of a good story). So the second night Grace begged for "On Christmas Day in the Morning" (another favorite). I told her to pick a different story because that one made me cry too much. She looked up at me with her bright little grin as she snuggled in close and told me she wanted me to cry.
I think part of that emotion that comes through when I read things that touch me gets through to them. And I'm glad.
So, I'm setting myself up for lots of crying this month...and snuggling. Amidst the craziness.
That's why I love that tradition so much. It makes us "be still" in the whirlwind.
**edit: Lest you think that just because we had a few "perfect" nights with this tradition that it means it goes down smooth all the time, read Grace's comment (really mine) in the comments. I'd paste it here but my computer's not working right tonight.