I can't believe it. My one year blogiversary is here! What's really weird is how much has changed over the past year, but how much things haven't changed at all.
My first post was about my Christmas preparations, or not...and I find myself in the strange position of being in Groundhog Day. I'm still in the same place when it comes to Christmas. Candace tagged me for a meme, which I haven't gotten around to, and probably won't get to due to my sheer panic of to do's.
What was amusing about my first post is how thrilled I was that people commented. It wasn't until a few months later, my sister admitted to writing a couple of comments to encourage me. And I'm so glad she did. Because blogging has been a wonderful experience, and I have loved every moment of it. And you, my blogsphere friends, have enriched my life, more than you can ever know. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Back to my Christmas preparations. In my mind, I have a magical Christmas ready and waiting for my family....great holiday music echoing throughout the house; amazing presents bought, wrapped and mailed out if necessary; the house totally decked out in all it's Christmas splendor; the heavenly smells of baking underway. Instead there is total chaos in my house. Santa's elves certainly did not visit here yet. No great music blaring away. A few little presents bought. None wrapped. Some mailed out thanks to Amazon.com. Still haven't taken pictures of kids to show everyone how cute they've gotten. Thus, no holiday cards mailed out. My kitchen is a total mess since I decided to do a kitchen makeover by painting the gross cabinets. And I'm expecting 18 people over on Christmas Eve. What was I thinking? (This paragraph is straight from my first post. And a year later, I'm still at this same point. Even to the kitchen cabinets--which I finally painted an off-white, but never got the cabinet doors to align the right way--thus, all of my mess is exposed for all the world to see.)
I love Christmas. What I don't love are the expectations, the pressure of having the perfect Hallmark holiday, when chaos is filtering in everywhere my eye can see.
I love Christmas music. Our current family favorite, is the Celtic Woman - A Christmas Celebration. The kids even like it, which surprised me.
I love baking cookies and making my mother-in-law's secret chocolate sauce to deliver to friends and neighbors. The smiles and gratitude are worth all the effort of a messy kitchen.
I love finding gifts for people that I know they will appreciate. And that's tough, in this land of materialism, where it seems the more expensive things are, the better. This makes me sad and I have a strange need to try to shelter my children from it.
But I am then hopeful when I read books like Frindle by Andrew Clements, and am encouraged by how much a great teacher can impact a child's life. Frindle, by the way, is a wonderful book. I would recommend this for your child's reading list. I read this book last night, and it of course reminded me that I needed to find a special gift for the teachers in my children's lives.
So tell me, what teacher gift ideas can you share with me?