The last slice before Christmas and all through the house, all creatures are sleeping as I work on this post. Thank you to Two Writing Teachers Blog. You, Anna, Beth, Betsy, Dana, Stacey and Tara, give us so much daily and then this Tuesday time and place to share.
Dinner was being made by many hands last night. That’s a nice thing about the holiday season. Meals together that are made together.
I make the salad.
My son cooks the sliced chicken.
My daughter heats the sauce.
Reaching and bending around each other, the table is set and food is placed.
The sauce is ready and my son starts to pour it over the chicken.
“You stir it,” my daughter tells me. “It tastes better when you do it.”
“How old are you! 6?” her oldest brother teases.
“No, 7,” she shoots back.
These moments happen infrequently outside of this space we carve out for holidays. Usually everyone is running to their commitments. Making reports and then moving on to the next challenge. Rushing towards success, to independence, to grow up.
At this chicken moment, I remember times when she has asked me to make her a sandwich, toast the bagel, make a smoothie, sit beside her during a sad or scary movie. Not because she is can’t do it, but because she wants me to.
This slice of holiday life is fleeting, but present in tiny pockets of the day to day. Something to listen for in the new year.
I stir the sauce onto the chicken, making sure all the pieces are coated, and smile inside.
Happy Holidays, peace and reflective moments to you all.
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