Debbie is back.
Our youngest has recently returned from college for Christmas break. We’re thrilled. She adds a lot of sparkle to the family with her sense of humor and unique take on life.
The grandkids think she’s one of them. When she’s back, the expectation is she’s there to play. Not as an adult observer. As an active participant. To take down and be taken down. (Actually, the taken down part already happened. They ganged up on her. They had her laughing so hard that they were able to get her down and sit on her head. It’s never a good idea to have your head under a child’s bum.)
When getting ready for a birthday party that the whole family had been invited to, nine-year-old Sydney looked at Debbie and asked, “You’re coming, right? You’re one of my siblings.”
And so the misperception continues.
Is there a reality that she can act like she’s at the same level as her nieces and nephews? I’m not gonna lie–our twenty-one-year-old has a huge capacity for fun and frolic.
And those four non-sibs can bring out the kid in her. Fast.
Her nickname, given her by these fabulous four, is Duckie. It came as a result of Isley, when she was learning to talk, not being able to say her “B’s”.
That and they’re all fairly fond of the feathery creatures.
The fact that they now have Big Head Deb to play with–Debbie’s face blown up on the end of a stick, left over from her Senior Night soccer game–makes her presence with them always on the humorous side.
But this isn’t all that defines Debbie. The who that she is to the kids comes from how they enjoy relating to her. They know intellectually that she’s not a child. They get that she’s their mom’s sister. But to them, she’s the best playmate around.
There will come a time when they will appreciate the whole of Debbie. Her maturity and her character. Her fun side and her wiser side.
Just not yet.
It reminds me of how we often look at the Christmas story. A Baby, born while His parents are traveling. The housing situation is miserable. He’s relegated to a stable because there’s no room in the inn. His first visitors were shepherds, dirty from having spent days in the fields with their flocks.
This Baby changed the course of history.
But often we don’t look past Him as the Baby. Past the drama, the tenderness, of that first Christmas. To the reason He came.
It wasn’t to stay a baby.
God became Man to show the depth of His love for us.
“So the Word–Jesus–became human and made His home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen His glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son.” John 1:14
Our focus at Christmas is on the miracle of this Baby being born. But the bigger picture is God has given this Gift that we might have a relationship with Him. That we might know Him because He became one of us. His humble beginnings, His generous life, His sacrificial death. For us.
All beginning in a manger.
Maybe with time perception can become clear. And we will all see Him for who He really is.
What is your perception of Christmas?