When I asked my husband for a kitchen remodel this Christmas, I never intended him to do it in time for Christmas. What with homeschooling, Christmas planning, guests descending, present buying, sanity desiring… But today, exactly two weeks before Christmas morning, five days before my oldest child turns eleven, seven days before his party, and eight days until our Christmas guests come for the holidays, a team of men is here in my home, demolishing every square inch of my kitchen. Right now. As I type this out.
Joy to the wold
Christmas carols on the radio are doing their best to cover the sounds of splintering wood, plastic and plaster, and the banging of forty year old appliances being ripped from their home. My home.
Silent night is playing now and I’m laughing. It’s just too soft and tender to cover the sledge-hammers hammering. Noise is rising high and chaotic from the kitchen space that once held my kitchen, and I can hear it all. So I turn off my radio in time to hear the singing. One construction worker is singing it now…
… from the bottom of his heart. And it blesses mine. Because while I could be a stressful-grump, bah-humbugging my way through these dusty loud days, I’m choosing to join my husband in the gift. Not exactly how I wanted it delivered in these last days before Christmas, but focusing instead on the giver. My sweet man. With all his impulsive purchasing and celebrating and decorating, I can choose to hermit myself up and cover his little bit of crazy and his whole lot of love, here in my room. Or I can join in with him in the chaos and sing at his side…
I’m choosing to sing. And in the singing I’m seeing the blessings. Not just enjoying my husband’s generous heart and enthusiasm, but finding joy in not cooking this week. For exactly one intense week of new cabinets, countertops, and appliances, I will not be planning, cooking, cleaning. Sure there will be laundry, and the incessant dusting one does during a kitchen remodel, but I’m not cooking for seven whole days!
This weary mom rejoices!
Instead I will use my time and creativity to finish the cards and the wrapping, and to sit on the couch each evening to watch Christmas movies and read Christmas stories with my family. And as the men lay my green countertops and hook up brand new appliances, I’ll be planning my menus, my recipes, my grocery list for the cooking and baking and eating and merry-making to come.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
So here’s what I’m thinking and planning and dreaming… here are the ingredients I’ll be shopping for when the cabinets are in and the countertops are ready for dough to be rolled out thin and white with sugar. I’m thinking a beef roast this year, with carmelized sweet potatoes and buttered green beans. There will be a turkey breast too and dressing, apple sauce and cranberries. And deserts. Cut out cookies for decorating with the children, and a chocolate pecan pie, and ice cream and coffee and tea with too much cream and sugar.
I’ll be home for Christmas
If the kitchen remodel comes together, I’ll be here at home this Christmas, loving on my family and teaching them over and over again about our generous God who sent us Jesus. And if this remodel falls apart and we’re eating cold cereal beside a hot fire… I’ll be loving on my family and teaching them over and over again about our generous God who sent us Jesus. And our friends… the ones who are joining us from halfway around the world this Christmas, they may be passing the granola and drinking out of juice boxes around the fireplace too. But however this goes, I’m choosing to celebrate Jesus with my loved ones each dusty day!
Remodel updates forthcoming!