The Reason for the Season

There’s something about this time of year that has always held a special place in my heart. When I was in the classroom, these weeks were some of my absolute favorites; not because of the decorations or the themed activities (though those were fun!), but because of the unique sense of togetherness that seemed to wrap itself around every school day.

As a teacher, I had a front row seat to the kind of family bonding that only this season seems to bring out. I saw parents carving out precious minutes to show up for classroom celebrations, Christmas concerts, and volunteer projects. I watched little faces light up when they spotted their grown-up walking through the door. Even the shyest kids stood a little taller when someone from home came to be part of the moment.

And while it’s no secret that moms shoulder the majority of the school scheduling, organizing, emailing, signing, and volunteering (let’s be honest, 90% might even be conservative), I also know firsthand how meaningful it is when dads show up. Maybe it’s because I grew up with a single dad who did everything he possibly could to be present for me and my sisters. His presence shaped my childhood in ways I’m still grateful for, and I know the juggling, the effort, and the heart behind every appearance. I know how much it matters. The dads who rearrange meetings to make it to a performance. The dads who showed up in work boots or scrubs or uniforms to be a mystery reader. The dads who might have felt a little out of place at first, but came anyway because they knew it mattered.

So if you’re a dad reading this, or you know a dad who might need a gentle nudge, go if you can. Show up if it’s possible. Make the memory if there’s any way to swing it. It’s cliché, I know, but childhood moves fast. Faster than we expect, faster than we’re ever ready for. And I hate the thought of any parent looking back someday and wishing they’d been there for just one more moment.

Now, writing this as a parent myself, I feel that truth even more. Christmas is such a special time. A celebration of the birth of Jesus, a season of wonder and magic, tiny joys, softer hearts, and simple traditions that mean far more than we realize in the moment. There really is nothing more precious than time with the people we love most.

Whether it’s five minutes in a classroom, an hour at a craft station, or an evening performance squeezed between responsibilities, those moments matter. Kids don’t remember if everything went perfectly. They remember who was there.

So here’s to slowing down when we can, soaking in the reason for this season, and showing up for the little people who won’t be little forever. 🎄

With gratitude,

Ashley