It's snowing. There is romantic classical music playing. Under the frosty finish, people smile, longingly at one another. You feel all warm and fuzzy, caught mesmerized, longing for your moment to come. You feel you need it. The surprise. The car. The diamonds. The big red bow. The warm and fuzzy acknowledgment that someone loves you.
Remember this one? I wonder if this one started it all, or if this was just the start of my believing it.
That notorious Folger's coffee commercial that made so many women cry in the 80's...
This is the one that has makes me cry every time I see it. I cry for the soldiers. I cry for the traditions. I cry for my own family...those moments already passing us and the ones we've missed altogether.
These commercials, they aren't only selling their products, they're selling the moments...of love...of joy...of holiday spirit.
I used to want a car for Christmas. Told myself if my husband loved me enough, he'd surprise me like in those commercials.
It is such a blessing that I can live more honestly now. It's not that I don't want the bow or the warm fuzzy moment, I really do. But I don't want the consumption, or the lie that some external thing means I am loved.
This Christmas, is the first one, that my husband and I aren't buying anything for one another. But you have to give each other something! We are. We are not buying anything for one another, but we are giving each other a lot.
We are giving the gift of time.
Time. For the family to have a vacation.
Time. To listen. To share. To not be in a rush.
Time. To bake cookies.
Time. To sing Jingle Bells (new words created daily...involving the word poop--thanks to our little guy!)
Time. To visit with family and friends.
Time. To embrace the love we share in our lives.
Time. For those surprise moments that don't need a bow (or a hefty price tag).
You see, those moments we spend wishing we had what those commercials are offering, are the same moments we are not present to embracing the gifts we do have. Give your loved ones the gift of you. Give them the gift of time, of staying present to each moment.