Peace.

Peace is a word we kind of toss around lightly but something our souls desperately yearn for. Mine is no exception. At Christmas time I feel it even more. I always wished the Christmas season would be a magical season in our home, full of sweet memories and giggles and a laundry list of fun activities, crafts, parties and baking… but the reality in our home is very different. The first few years I fought against it and I am pretty sure I single-handedly destroyed a few years with my list and the pressure. Thankfully the kids are so forgiving and they tend to cling to the few sweet moments and not the raging Grinch mom that shouted for forced smiles and demanded they finish their craft before cocoa or they wear the clothes I picked for the party no matter how itchy or if they were the “wrong color.” The advent had to be perfect and they had their own tree because mine was meant to be the show piece. I wanted a carefully curated Christmas. So I thought…The biggest challenge for us though is that one of our kiddos struggles with a deeply rooted anxiety and state of overwhelm because Christmas breaks all of the routine rules that make him feel safe and confident. The gatherings are triggers. The foods and treats throw him for a loop. The lights and sounds spin him like a top. The pressure to listen to the story with the group and not touch anything and remember the important lines weighs heavily on him. He struggles socially and he often feels that pang of knowing he doesn’t fit in the worlds box. It all results in tears, anger, frustration, brokenness and disappointment. Peace is far from what our family experienced for years. But, three years ago we decided to make an effort to walk in this season with our son. Not against him. That meant choosing a path less traveled. That meant leaning on our community and talking about our struggles and asking our friends to help. It meant heart checks and prayer. It didn’t mean we were going to hold up inside and hide from the world… it meant we needed to embrace what worked for our family. It meant more Jesus and less Schumacher. To be cont…