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A Blind Man Christmas Shopping

My husband and I braved shopping the mall this past Sunday, when everyone, including us, was doing their last minute shopping. I had my son with me, and my husband wanted to try doing some shopping on his own. I had my doubts, but I wanted to give him the chance to try. I led him to the door of Target and told him I would go down through the mall with my son to find some things for my daughter. He nodded and proudly made his way into the store swinging his cane back and forth. I had my cell phone with me, so I knew if needed to, he would call me.

I got my coffee; a must when braving the masses of people with a five year old and a blind husband to think about. My son jibber jabbers nonsense to me – half I could gather with the sounds of the crowd cramming into my hearing aids as well. I tell him he needs to sign since I can’t hear him very well. He tries and gets flustered very easily, so he tries talking to me again, in hopes I can read his lips. We make our way into Claires to find some cute earrings for my lady like daughter, and as I gather up a couple of pair, my phone rings.

It’s my husband.

“Hi! Is everything okay?”

“Um… I’m having a really hard time seeing around in here and finding what I think would be good for the kids.”

“Would it help if I come over and show you?”

“But our son will see them!”

I ponder over this dilemma. We couldn’t take him to a friend’s house as he was just getting over Strep. We were stuck.

In a defeated voice, he offers, “Why don’t we just let our kids pick out something and then we do it that way? Christmas isn’t too far away and they do have some gifts to open.”

Being the traditionalist for Christmas, I hated the idea, but I couldn’t see any way around it. So I bring my son to the store. Luckily my daughter would have to open hers on Christmas day. I knew what she would like, so that made it pretty easy.

My husband had me pick out something, too. I got my early Christmas present, and even though I would have loved unwrapping it on Christmas day, I realize that this is going to be what is expected when dealing with a husband who can’t see.

Although, next time I am not having us shop the Sunday before Christmas. The crowds was definitely not blind-friendly! I was constantly telling him to vear right or left to avoid running into masses of people. At some point, I just grabbed his hand and had him hold on to me. The cane is a wonderful asset, but when you’re dealing with a huge crowd of people, it’s better to depend on another set of eyes to guide you. I felt much better knowing he was behind me and leading him around the procrastinators.




The Spirit of Generosity in Friends

In this day and age, I am sad to say that there isn’t a whole lot of generosity out there. Oh, I’m sure people donate to charities, but there’s always a catch. It’s tax deductible or a shower of praise from the public when you do.

I’ve been touched by the kind of generosity that needs to be seen more of.

This and last Christmas, we came across some very hard times. I had thought since I had been blessed so much last year that it wouldn’t happen again this year. I was willing to accept it and enjoy a very humble and sweet Christmas with my little family, but things didn’t go that way.

Just when I thought things were just going to be extremely small, we’ve found an abundance. Friends came and showered us more than they should have, in my opinion, with blessings. I have a turkey for us to eat on Christmas day! Our tree has a healthy amount of gifts under it for the kids to enjoy and unravel. Even my husband and I were blessed to be able to get the kids a few little things as well. Some of the gifts, we don’t know who they are from. Some are from wonderful friends who have taken us in as family. Some are from a dear friends who surprised us with an amazing amount of generosity in their gifts.

I cried sadly that my family was so far away and Christmas didn’t feel the same without them nearby. It hadn’t been Christmas for me since my mother-in-law passed. She always had a way of making Christmas something special. Cookies, delicous food, and special gifts were her way of bringing the family together. It helped me with my own family being so far away, and now with her gone, I have to learn to make Christmas my own. God is showing me something else.

This circle of caring friends are my family. I can make my Christmas with them. How? I’m still figuring that out. Right now, my means are small. My home is small. My heart, however, is big. I just have to find a way to share it with them and show them how much I appreciate them.

For once, again, Christmas is full of surprises. I do hope that one day, I will be able to pay it forward and give another family the joy of blessings at their doorstep. I would love to be able to show someone else what I learned. Family can be found in friends. Friends can show love and generosity without asking for anything in return. May God bless my blessers three times over.

My Christmas

I have had a crazy weekend with the worst case of a stomach virus I have ever had in my life, and to top it off, my husband and daughter caught it as well. We were all miserable. My son was lucky enough to be immune to it, thanks to antibiotics for an ear infection. That’s my theory, at least. Yet, in the middle of groaning and whimpering of the virus’s effects on my body, I got to do some thinking about my life and where I am now, especially when it comes to Christmas.

I will admit, I’ve been a little spoiled growing up with Christmas. My parents, along with my vast family, always made Chrstmas such a huge thing with presents and gathering together. Now that I have my own little family, it has been tough not being able to do either for my two children. My biological family are all out west while I’m on the east coast, and my husband’s family is quite broken after the sudden passing of his mother a few years ago. We can’t really spoil our children with awesome presents with our meager means these days.

But wait a minute… Whats up with the idea of awesome presents?!  I blame it on TV and all the advertisements around us. Buy this! Buy that! This will make an awesome present!

As I was working on getting myself better for the past couple of days, I got to thinking about what Christmas could mean to us instead of opening up a bunch of presents. Sure, we all love getting presents, and I know I still want to bless my two somehow with something to open; but I think we need to rethink how to celebrate the season. We, as in my family, but you’re welcome to join me if you would like.

To be honest, I’m not sure how I’m going to do it with extremely busy schedule as a working mom these days, but I’m going to try.

One of the lessons I want to try to instill in my children of the value of giving instead of getting, as well as what we give. It doesn’t have to be something we buy from a store. Both my children have inherited their mother’s artistic ability (I’m beaming proudly here), and I know we can make things for our loved ones they will appreciate more than something that is bought from a store somewhere. I will try to find some fun crafts that are not cluttery kind of things for a home, but useful ones.  The reason I say that is I’m in the middle of de-cluttering my home, and I don’t want to be one to give things that will clutter another persons home instead. Does that make sense? 

This year, I want to try and do somethings that are blind friendly so our husband can join us in our celebration. We could do readings from Christmas themed books. My favorite, being Max Lucado’s Crippled Lamb, is definitely one on the list.

Last, but not least, I want the kids to completely understand that we’re celebrating the birth of Christ. Sure, a lot of people can argue that it’s not acurately the right date, and they’re probably right. Am I going to be legalistic about it? No. We don’t know his exact birthdate, so I say this is better than nothing!

We may not have much from the world’s point of view and we’re struggling to get by. Hopefully things will work out better as my husband tries to go back to work, despite his blindness. In the meantime, we can still have a wonderful and blessed Christmas.