I am still reflecting on and celebrating the Christmas Story. The midnight, join the witness protection program, journey to Egypt has really gotten my attention. I think about how many times I have packed to make a weekend trip to visit my parents and forgotten some essential item. More than once, it has been my tooth brush. I get there and make the store run to get the essential forgotten item.
I can't imagine packing for such a essential trip: in the dark after struggling to go to sleep after such an incredible visit from the most amazing most important people you have never heard of you that could ever meet, who come and kneel before my baby boy and offered gifts of incredible value. That they traveled thousands of miles to bring to him. (and I failed to send them a shower invitation!) I would either fall asleep exhausted after all that or lay there and contemplate what it all meant. Or if Joseph was a listener, I would talk endless circles around it all, just trying to figure it all out. Sleep? Who could?
And then, just when I drifted off, Joseph would be shaking me to wake me up, rattling about nonsense, packing, dream, angels, Egypt, Herod, etc. I would be trying to remember who I am, what day it is and where am I? And WHO is this insane man telling me to pack?
Packing wasn't always so stressful for me. However, when I got a daughter who was stressed out by changes, packing and trips, who shared her stress with the entire home by melting down, screaming and arguing: All the sudden, I am arriving at my weekend destination without my tooth brush.
It is a little like having a two year old. Oh right, Mary had a two year old . . . I wonder if she got to Egypt with her tooth bush.
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