Instead there's a boy on my couch who loves snowboarding more than almost anything, but his head and tummy hurt so bad he said he needed to stay home. That's when you know it's bad. He gets sick so rarely that he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. So he sits on the couch, blanket covering his long-legged body, refusing to eat in case it makes him puke, gladly accepting shoulder and temple rubs, yawning the exhausted yawn of a growing boy who doesn't feel well.
It reminds me of a book I read a few years ago called Simplicity Parenting. When kids are physically ill we strip away all of the extras of life. We don't send them to school and we don't go to birthday parties. We don't expect them to do their chores and we don't have them stay up late. We snuggle under blankets on the couch. We read books or watch movies together. We tell stories. We reconnect in a way unique to sick kids and their parents.
|A quiet hug after decorating the house for Christmas|
|setting up our Nativity scenes|
Happy loud, boisterous, quiet, simple holidays to you. What do you do to make sure you and/or your kids don't get totally overwhelmed with all of the hoopla of the season?