I’ve got a confession. I hate advent.
I hate advent cos its busy and it is all about a baby. Cos
everywhere you go its images of happy children, pregnant women and just all the
pressure of getting the right gifts and the best time with your perfect family.
Now I don’t know about yours but my family ain’t perfect.
I hate advent cos there isn’t a day when I’m not reminded of
my childlessness, this week we even celebrated the conception of the Blessed Virgin
Mary – who I’ve learnt may also have been a virgin birth cos that is how she
had no sin, who knew potential parents having sex was such a sinful thing –
Augustine I believe, most things about the shame of sex are his fault! Or maybe
its whoever invented original sin, oh wait, that’s Augustine too!
I hate the busyness and stress of advent, I have absolutely no
idea what to get my husband as a present, mostly cos room is tight, cos we have
the disposable income to buy what we want and need throughout the year and this
year just like last buying experiences seems like they might be a waste – we still
haven’t yet seen Rachel Parris from my Christmas present in 2019! (fingers
crossed for attempt 4 and March 2022!)
I say all this knowing that I love Christmas, I love babies
and I love Jesus. But argh the waiting and preparing is just a lot, don’t worry
I’m going back to my essays now.
For my other blog about being childless at this time of year
check out this link.
