A Not So Silent Night
“All is calm, all is bright”….. on this Christmas Eve of 2016, memories of Christmas 2015 dance in my head. All was not calm and bright. My family had the argument of the century that day. My three boys and husband all aired our feelings that had been mounting like a pressure cooker. It was not the picturesque Norman Rockwell Christmas on a postcard. It was gritty. It was real. It was needed. We talked it out until we all ended that day with new understanding, hugs, forgiveness, and love for each other. Isn’t that what this Silent night, holy night brought to us, not a passive love, but a love of action who fought for us in life and died so that we may forgive and be forgiven? It’s what I pray always for my 3 boys, not silence that lasts for days and then lasts for months then years, but brotherly
Love that is willing to come together and work out any relationship problem they may have. Sometimes silence is good. Sometimes it is the last thing a relationship needs. May your Christmas be merry and bright and not so silent if that is what is most needed at your house tonight. As for us, after church, we plan on a quiet night of watching A Christmas Story and the Yule Log this year! Merry Christmas, Everyone!
Last Tuesday night at halftime of the Zionsville High School Varsity boys basketball game, the 2016 Z-ville Baseball Team was presented with their state finals rings. The rings are big flashy and blingy.
Seeing these boys together again made me realize this moment was not about the ring. Those massive rings on their fingers represent commitment. Commitment to each other through the wins and the losses. Commitment to the relationships built. There are countless stories behind those rings. Thirty and a half years ago Kyle Cox placed a blingy ring on my finger and said the following words….. for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death due us part. I love the traditional wedding vows. Call me old fashioned, but I think they cover it all. When we first said those vows, we had no idea of the gravity of the words coming out of our mouths. They were just words, but oh, there was a ring. A cherished ring that emptied our savings account at the time and still glitters on my finger today represents all the stories we can now tell that trail behind those vows first promised. The forgiveness when we realized over and over that we each did have a worst side, the job loss that pulled the financial security rug out from under us, and the Parkinson’s. Behind the bling I wear on my left hand is a corner man who has stood by my side through some pretty tough moments.
No, it’s not about the ring. It’s always about the relationship behind the ring. ….BUT, I have to say, a little flash and bling never hurt anyone. 💍
My mom called me last night. She knew it would be hard news to hear. “Mr. Schilling died today,” she said. Mr. Schilling, the beloved math teacher of my high school days; Mr. Schilling, the father of a good friend and classmate, David; Mr. Schilling, who battled Parkinson’s died yesterday. My heart is broken and a bolt of fear runs through me, and I cry. Mr. Schilling, I will always remember your humor. Mr. Schilling, I thank you for your patience with this girl who loves words and not math. Mr Schilling, fellow comrade in the battle against Parkinson’s, I will wipe my eyes, put on my gloves and keep fighting this disease. It may win the battle, but we will win the war! Rest In Peace, Mr. Schilling. You were loved.
So, I was scanning through Facebook Saturday and I came across a video of Bruno Mars and Carpool Karaoke. I love Carpool karaoke. I walked around singing Bruno Mars songs all day. I learned a couple of new ones that are a little racy. My 18-year-old son who just got home from his first semester at college over heard me singing one of the songs and about split a gut laughing. “Sachie, Mom!” “Its Versace on
the Floor.” Laughing and shaking his head that I was even singing the song in the first place, he kept asking me, “Mom, what did you think a sachie was?” I guess I didn’t really think about it. For me a sachje would be sweatpants and a T-shirt. Perhaps I was thinking it was an article of clothing young people wear that someone my age wouldn’t even think of wearing. They don’t sell Versace at Target, and so that was my excuse. Why do I tell you this story? Because I love to have fun and laugh. “Parkinson’s, you will not take that away from me.” Life is too serious to take seriously.
Laugh a little today. It’s a beautiful day! ….Jordan, after 4 days of being back home, your room is already a pit. It’s time to pick up that sachie off the floor. “For me, for me, for me, for me….. the sachie on the floor.”
This has to be one of my all time favorite 16 seconds of video. Don’t you just long for moments like this when something happens in your life where the only response is to throw your arms up with abandon and rejoice with your entire heart and soul? This video captured the moment the Zionsville 2016 baseball team won the regional championship. That’s my boy who catches the ball on first base and starts the celebration. Now I have another 16 seconds of video that captures the moment this same team lost in the final game of the state championship game at Victory Field, not quite as joyful! I don’t care to share that video. Lol. It seems like life is so full of the moments where you walk away having to pick up the pieces of your heart that when you get that chance to throw your arms up with abandon, do it. And by the way, if you are reading this as you wake up on Sunday morning and you have the gift of the day ahead of you, I say that’s enough to to throw our arms up with joy whatever that day brings! “Bring it on, day!” Oh, and the man in the foreground of the video, don’t know him. He looks as if he is watching 16 seconds of the burning Yuletide log on tv. You know, the channel you put on Christmas Eve that lulls you to sleep. Live with abandon today!
It’s a beautiful day, even if I have to pick up a few pieces of my heart!❤️
Thursday I went to Dick’s Sporting Goods with my little friend Bella and her mom. You see, Bella is soon to be my new boxing partner. Boxing has been researched and has shown to slow down the progression of Parkinson’s. My little friend has CP. My left side is the weakest. Her right side is her weaker side. Together we plan to balance each other out. Lol. She wanted pink, but they only had lime green, but the word written on the side of the gloves she bought said it all. Brave. When she put on those boxing gloves, in an instant, she was no longer a girl with CP, but a fighter. We couldn’t stop her from hitting the bags in the store. That’s the way I feel when I put on my boxing gloves. I am a fighter, sometimes with a smile on my face, sometimes with tears, but a fighter. Bella is one of my little heros and inspirations. Bella, you may have wanted pink, lime green Brave is so you.
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