Fears I’m getting curmudgeonly
Yesterday, I was having a phone conversation with my son as he was waiting in the car while his sister was being dropped off at gymnastics. He was all excited that Christmas music was playing on the radio station, and he was making me listen to various different tunes, proclaiming that we should definitely open Christmas gifts to the Christmas classic Sleigh Ride (which brings back endless memories of mediocre jr and sr high school band/orchestra rehearsals of said classic: shudders).
I was decidedly NOT feeling as thrilled as my son was at the prospect of the holidays encroaching upon us. As I later drove over to join my Education for Ministry group (EfM), more tunes were on, and quite frankly, they were irritating me.
Me…the adult who was the child who listened to warbley 8-tracks of Johnny Matthis and Andy Williams Christmas tunes all year long, whose blue moods could easily be lifted by a cheerful Christmas ditty or touched by sappy, maudlin Christmas tunes. Who always got a “magical” feeling in the depths of my soul at the sound of Christmas music – now…not so much.
How sad that this little piece of magic is eluding me.
It official – 40 is the year I’m getting curmudgeonly.