We were 200 miles into the 219 mile trip to our Thanksgiving destination. I had seen a handful of Christmas lights strung on houses, far too many blow up snow-men in front yards, and listened to countless Black Friday ads on the radio.
By the look and sound of things, we had skipped right over autumn and Thanksgiving and moved into Christmas.
And here I am, early on Thanksgiving morning, the coffee’s brewing and the turkey’s on its way to the oven, wondering why we hurry so much to the next season, while the joy of the current season is right under our nose.
I spent the better part of 10 years helping with a leadership program for college student called Changing Seasons. I was blessed to work with a team of creative and talented people who developed the concepts behind this conference.
The essence of the leadership event was that each season of the year evokes an element of personal growth. Rooted in the seasons of agriculture, these concepts easily play out in the lives of every one of us.
Winter is a season of preparation; spring a season of emergence; summer of growth; and fall of harvest.
Maybe it’s the season of life I’m in right now, maybe it’s the holidays; maybe it’s the cold that just won’t quit pestering me, but whatever it is, I feel myself holding fast to the current season, while change is coming at me faster than a Black Friday blow-out sale.
My little family is in an intense and extended season of growth. The kids are outgrowing shoes and clothes daily. They’re losing teeth; gaining vocabulary and social awareness; dribbling basketballs; writing in cursive; reading chapter books; Britta’s even insistent on putting on her own shoes and brushing her own teeth. It’s a summer-time kinda fun - watching our little garden bloom and grow.
But on the horizon, the seasons are changing. A time of preparation is nearing for this momma Goose. Our extended season of growth will march on, blooming and surprising me every day. But the day that all of my children spend all-day, every-day in school is coming at me just as fast as those Black Friday sales. My mind wanders into a season of preparation often.
I try my best not to hurry this current season along. Even in the hurried, hectic moments when I’m rushing to prepare the next meal, helping with multiplication homework, consoling #3 who was just whopped by #2, and wiping up spilled milk, while Brent walks through the room, muttering, “16 more years, 16 more years.”
And so, for the balance of this Thanksgiving Day, my heart will be on savoring the season under my nose. The kids are up now, the coffee pot is empty, it’s time to put together some breakfast, begin the final holiday meal preparations, get everyone dressed and keep 10 kids outta the kitchen so my mom, sisters and I can get this meal to the table in time.
My mind will surely wander to Christmas lists, decorations, party preparations, shopping the sales, and the next set of holiday travel plans. Even while the most joyful moments are right under my nose.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, my friends.