Can I tell you how much that I LOVE that my city allowed a huge Menorah to be placed on the plaza this year? First time I can remember this happening, yet every year we've had a Christmas tree and a whole lighting ceremony and Santa arriving, though no Nativity that I can recall... separation of church and state you know. Which makes it all the more ironic that they allowed a Menorah. But I digress.
Anyone who has been sharing in Doing A 180 would have to be blind not to have realized by now that both Mr. Helen and Little Helen are brown. Shocking, I know. Here, let me remind you:
You know, I carried that girl in my stomach for 9 months and after 13 hours of labor when she was born, she was the most beautiful thing on the earth to me. Not the most beautiful brown thing, just The. Most. Beautiful. It never occurred to me that things that were normal to me would look different to her, until one Christmas when she was three years old.
That year, her daycare center, which had a very diverse culture, had their usual holiday party which included traditions from black, white, Asian and Latino cultures! They put on a concert for the parents and there was a Santa who gave each child a gift. That year, Mr. Monroe, who was a sort of volunteer handyman around the center, played Santa. The kids loooooved Mr. Monroe and I was sure they would recognize him behind his white beard, but they didn't! Maybe that's the innocence of 3 and 4 year olds. By the way, Mr. Monroe was brown.
Here she is participating in the concert, cute as a button!
But still, I made it a point to try to find things that would make her feel like she did that day when she was only three: that all the hoopla was for her too!
So my friends, I present to you Helen's Holiday Colors. Many things I gave to her and are packed away or at her own home but these are some things she has asked me to keep for now.
(Um, why yes, the angel does have a broken and glued back wing. Compliments of Gracie. I guess it runs in the family!)
It pleases me that Little Helen loves these things, but she also loves our other decorations and traditions. Maybe I succeeded in providing some of the best of both?