Awakening to Advent — Writing My World

A few weeks ago, I found myself thinking of a sweet little moment with our first granddaughter, Mae. I remember it was an early morning phone call to her grandfather. She promptly announced, “I awake Papa!” Through the years, I often use the phrase as an endearing “good morning” to John. However, I wonder now if the memory didn’t flit across my synapses as a reminder to simply be as awake as little Mae was that morning.

I must admit that being present and attentive is often a struggle for me. I suppose it is an occupational habit leftover from years of teaching and parenting. I am often forward-focused and devote my attention to what is “next” rather than “now.” It is my inherent belief that if one is properly prepared disaster can be averted.

As a teacher, I planned not only a day ahead but weeks ahead. An unplanned week was a recipe for disaster in a kindergarten classroom. One needed back up plans, too, in case recess or planning time was cancelled. I always had a quick finger-play rhyme, song, book, or art activity at the ready just-in-case. Even now in retirement, it is hard to shake the need to be two paces ahead and ready for the day be it a shopping trip, a hike, or a trip to the mountains.

However, the memory of Mae’s sweet morning announcement reminds me that during Advent we are actually called to be alert and awake. Awake to what is happening now…not tomorrow, this weekend, or on the 25th. Awakening to what is right in front of us and using all our senses to take the moments in. When I engage all my senses, I find myself not only observing but slowing down. Even if it means putting away the iPad while I grab lunch. Focused on eating rather than simultaneously working on a crossword, I not only savor the food but also find gratitude for all those who grew and harvested it. When we walk or hike, I find I listen more closely to John and find appreciations for the natural world around me. When I fill out Christmas cards, I think of the recipients and find gratitude for their connection in my life.

I wonder now if the call to be awake, isn’t really a call to be grateful as much as present. When I find gratitude, it is a reminder that I cannot exist in isolation. We are indelibly connected to to one another. Perhaps Advent is calling each of us to give our presence to each other not just presents under the tree. Each morning, I think I will start with Mae’s simple pronouncement, “I awake” and go from there.