‘Twas a few
nights after Christmas, when all through the house . . . the creatures are
indeed stirring. Every bed in the house overflows
with relatives – aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents – who have
traveled long distances to celebrate this holiday season. But none of us can sleep on this
not-so-silent night. The little ones are
tossing and turning and squirming fitfully in their beds, refusing to succumb
to sleep. Their wild footsteps echo off
the hardwood floors in the hallways.
Their agitated cries ensure that none of us will be settling our brains
for a long winter’s nap. At least not
anytime soon.
This is not
exactly the image of my home and family I was hoping you would see when you
come. Just a few days earlier, we are
all cleaning and sweeping and polishing in anticipation of your arrival. We look out the window frequently, waiting
for you to come. The hour gets later,
the clock ticking well past the usual bedtime.
Finally, you come! And out in the
driveway there arises such a clatter, the littles ones spring from their beds
to see what is the matter.
Which is
fine, just this once. I want them to see
you. While you are here, I hope that you
will get to know these precious children who are living in my home. I want you to love them and treasure them as
much as I do! During your visit, I hope
that the bonds between you and them will be formed and strengthened. May they find in you, unconditional love and
acceptance. May they find, in your
warmth and tenderness, a sense of belonging and connectedness.
The hallway
soon fills with rolling suitcases and zippered jackets, excited laughter and
lively conversation. So wonderful to see you! I’m glad you made it safely! How was your trip? Do you want anything to eat? Understandably, it takes a while for
everyone to settle in.
