It was not on my mind to celebrate the holidays this year. Of course, my six year old son would have it no other way. . . and ultimately, I too have found joy in choosing to celebrate. I think back to when I was a girl, without all the added baggage that the holidays now have for me (to which I know so many people can relate). I remember simple joys: reflections of Christmas lights on my ceiling while I was falling asleep as a girl. Playing with my son outside in the snow for the first time, when he was just a toddler. Making paper snowflakes together.
In our modern, fast-paced world, sometimes we don't know the source of our stress. Technology can be a blessing and a curse. It has so many useful applications, but it still distances us from the raw nature of our lives. I find the antidote to many of life's troubles in something similar as my grandfather did: through work with my two hands.
While making salt dough ornaments with me, my son reminded me of one of life's most important lessons (for me!): stop taking myself so damn seriously!