It’s two days ’til December… Less than a month ’til Christmas. This morning, I woke up to this:
And I couldn’t help but feel bad.
I have always loved the Christmas season. I love the festive atmosphere. I love looking at the Christmas decors, watching the lights, and listening to Christmas carols. And yes, I love going Christmas shopping. I normally finalize my list sometime late October because I like doing my Christmas shopping early. By mid-November, I’m done setting up the Christmas tree and lights.
I am a gift giver. I relish the whole process — from making the list, to buying and wrapping gifts… I even like putting them under the Christmas tree (that I lovingly set up and decorated). This entire practice gives me a certain high.
At nights before I sleep, I spend some time getting lost in the Christmas lights. Simply watching them relaxes me. I may go to bed exhausted from the day’s activities, but there’s always a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. I call this my Christmas feeling.
Things have been quite different this year, though. It’s almost December and our tree isn’t up yet. No Christmas decors… no Christmas lights outside. In fact, there are even several busted regular bulbs inside the house that I have yet to change.
Yup, I have been neglecting quite a number of things around the house lately. I don’t know if this has something to do with our ’empty nesting.’ Since we no longer have a little child in the house who will appreciate the decors and the lights (as much as I do), well, it suddenly doesn’t anymore feel as exciting to decorate. Somehow it is different when you have someone — other than yourself — who admires, appreciates, and gawks at that Christmas tree you have painstakingly set up for more than half a day.
So, right now, all we have is a bare tree. No lights. No gifts. No warm, fuzzy Christmas feeling. Bah-humbug.
So what kept me busy this whole month of November? Let me backtrack a bit.
Okay, last week I was in Singapore. Again (Yey, Singapore!). You see, our Baseball Club sent two teams to play in a Thanksgiving Tournament. My husband was the head of delegation, and we pretty much spent a big part of November preparing for the trip. But unlike those other tournaments where I was on top of the travel coordination, this time we had parent leads who took care of most of the travel details. I only assisted where I was needed, giving them tips and suggestions on certain matters. And since I had no son playing in the said tournament, basically, I was just a tag along.
For a split-second I asked myself if I should still go with the team, knowing full well that I will be paying for my own expenses. Besides, weren’t we in Singapore just a month ago for the Parents’ Weekend? (Remember the previous blog?) And didn’t we extend that last time because of my son’s injury? (Remember the blog before the previous one?)
So I asked myself, is it still practical? Should I go or should I just stay home, fix my house, prepare for December, shop for Christmas?
I believe that home is where the heart is. And the heart is where the family is. My husband will be in Singapore. My son IS in Singapore. They are my home. Of course, I had to go to Singapore, as well.
And yes, there’s also Sephora in Singapore. But that’s beside the point. 🙂
Snapshots from the Week that Was…
You’d think that since we were in Singapore, my husband and I will be able to spend a lot of time with our unico, right? Uhm, wrong! He’s in college… and the term’s about to end… he had a lot of school work to finish, papers to submit. So after seeing him and having dinner with him on the night that we arrived, well, we basically did not see even his shadow for the next several days.
Since the main reason for the trip was the baseball tournament, our days were filled with baseball games… and moments.
The weather was not always good… 😦
We brought two teams composed of boys mostly aged 9-10 and a couple of 11 and 12 year olds. One team played in the 10u age group, while the other played up and joined the 12u group.
Unfortunately for the 10u team, all of their games started at 8am. Since they needed to be on the field an hour before for warm-up, it meant waking up and getting ready really early and being in the bus by 6am.
On the morning that I rode the bus with the two teams at 6am, I asked myself — Why do I still do this? I don’t have a son playing in this tournament… Why wake up early? Why even spend the day on the field?
And then I see the boys.
I see the smiles on their faces. I see their excitement.
I see their determination and grit.
I see their courage in the face of bigger, stronger boys. I also see their eagerness and willingness to learn, to get better.
Hi, Callum! Habagat 2015
I get to experience baseball moments, however small or grand, in and out of the field. I also get to see relationships — friendships– being formed.
Two teams, One Habagat.
Plus, I get to meet new people, form new friendships of my own.
Incidentally, in all my 7 years of being part of the Club, I do think that this is one of the coolest bunch of parents that I have spent tournament days with.
These parents cheered like crazy and they supported each player, not just their own sons. And you know what, the players responded. The boys appreciated being cheered on. The parents gave whatever support they can, the way they knew how.
What’s commendable, too, was the fact that these parents knew their boundaries and did not overstep them. They let the coaches coach and the players play. Talk about respect.
Going back to my question on why I still do this… Perhaps I still get myself involved in the sport because as I watch the boys grow and learn, I also grow and learn with them.
So that was basically how the week went. Daily baseball games, a little shopping on the side (with a lot of walking)…
Lots of stories, fun and laughter with fellow parents. Lots of selfies, too.
On our last day, well, we got to spend it with the most important person in Singapore (at least in my book)…
This is home.
So, all that kept me busy this November.
Maybe by the time I get to post this seemingly neverending blog, well, December will be just a day away. I think I am now ready to get that warm, fuzzy feeling back.
I will set up our Christmas tree tomorrow, lights and all.
This blog was written 28th of Nov. 2017. Photos are mostly mine. ❤