Yesterday, my kids and I joined my sister and her family for the re-telling of Jesus’ birth. Please do not take offense, but I think all of this focus on Jesus is misguided. It’s not about one baby thousands of years ago. Christmas is a joyous reminder of the sacred power of love. My most profound experience was giving birth to my first born. Through Isabelle’s birth, then Harrison’s and Eva’s – their need to be loved, their ability to show me how to truly love - has made me new again, again & again.
But, by the way, toddlers are easy. As Isabelle plants herself stubbornly into her teen years, she brings ever greater lessons for me. As I see her flash the things I despise about myself – impulsiveness, disorganization, lack of focus, despondence, love for risk- she shows me the mirror. It is exactly why I become so frustrated with her – because she is forcing me to understand and love the hard-to-love parts of myself. It’s deep and infinite. Their actions and our reactions have the potential to bring true, clear, meaningful love.
Then my mind takes it all to scale. After all , our world has two axis – love and greed. Lets blow this love stuff up for all and tamp down the greed when we can. Recall the child found, a few hours old, in an empty lot in Philadelphia just a few days ago? This is nothing short of a miracle. What happens from there for this child and many others, is up to all of us. As child poverty climbs, and greed runs rampant, the challenge before us all is real. Baby Jesus is cool, but the children we all see around us every day call us. Christmas sings to me and motivates me to help create a safe, loving society for us all. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.







