Late one fall as school was being dismissed for the Thanksgiving holiday my two boys, full of energy, but resentful of having to travel away from home for the upcoming festivities, begged to stay at home so we could “just be us together”.
“Can’t we find a reason to stay home and be quiet?” said Jeff, the older boy. “I’d rather have a peanut butter sandwich instead of all that fancy stuff.”
“Let’s invent a project or a reason not to go, I’d eat cereal and be happy” said Ken the younger boy.
Unfortunately, there was no getting out of Thanksgiving with Grandparents and cousins.
A commitment had already been made, everyone would be so disappointed, and making up an excuse at the last minute just wouldn’t be right or fair. “No boys, we have to go. It’s only one day, we have the rest of the long weekend to think and plan of something to make or do. I promise, it’ll be something fun, something we can all do together, okay?”
Disgruntled compliance was the general mood. The holiday was celebrated with the usual fun and games for the kids and overindulgence by the adults. However, I hadn’t stopped trying to think up a project that would keep two hyperactive boys focused and interested beyond the purchase of whatever I might need.
Saturday dawned, bright but cool, and I remembered a booklet I had bought several months back describing activities for full family participation. Since Advent would be early this year, the next day, in fact, it just might work out for us.
We headed for the local lumber yard, bought a six foot rough hewn log, a drill and bits, a couple of blocks of wood. Then we stopped at a craft store and bought a couple dozen candles, different colors, and headed home. It took us all day to measure, mark, cut, scrape, drill and put the candles in the right holes along the top of the log. Yep, we had made and put together our very own family “Advent log”. We set it up in the living room on the brick hearth, decorated it with pine boughs and ribbon, and waited for Sunday to be over so we could begin ADVENT. The lighting of a candle, one each night until Christmas day, for every day of advent, became a nightly ritual we enjoyed for many years to come. We followed a short service, gave thanks for the good things of that day, asked for help and direction to make things better if it wasn’t so good. As the boys grew older it became more reflective, just a down time to be together, share, talk if need be, or not.
Sometimes, it was a time to plan for whatever else we could do to help others. When the boys were very small we started a practice of buying food, toys and clothes for children and families who were less fortunate. This continued until they went away to college.