The holidays seem to bring up all sorts of thoughts, anticipations, feelings, expectations. I learned a long time ago when I was perhaps 10 that we don't always get what we want out of the Day. As I aged and had children, my kid's father always had to out do me in the gift department. I bought small appropriate gifts for my then nearly 1 year old son Tim he bought the kid a bike, a wagon and I can't remember what else but it was too old for the kid.
Even after we divorced Christmas was always way too much and he and his new wife demanded much of the holiday.
Then I remarried and had to deal with Mark's ex. She's remarried and has money, even as adults the boys get way too much from her.
I don't care, seriously I don't. Christmas is not about the stuff. It's about the people. My children were here yesterday, my son minus his future wife, she was with her mother. Only leaving town after I sent her with 2 boxes of anti anxiety tea. This stuff has got me through many a holiday.
The older two stepsons had brought the kids over on Christmas Eve. They made it here at 8:00. Their mother had let another friend have the boys earlier in the day. Again I was ok, I get to see the kids often and I will always be their Grandma Roses.
Yesterday the two older ones made it over for a while. It was nice having my three and those two together. Many laughs were shared by all.
Mark didn't sleep after a night of work and went to bed at 6:30 pm. Then his middle son showed up with his wife, he got huffy that Mark was in bed and left. Mark's 4th kid, clueless son, acknowledged the holiday after Mark called him. The youngest problem son is using his new girlfriend's brother's tragic illness and most likely death to not be with the family. He says she needs him and he's been at the hospital since Monday. Not at work, not at therapy, not anywhere, but using this poor girl and after a trip to Texas in January with her he will come home go back to his old girlfriend and dump her.
Am I upset? no...the holidays brought so much happiness for me that I simply do not have the urge to get involved with my children and their own issues. Like me before them they have to find their own way in life. Maybe they will, maybe they will sit in their own selfish crap forever.
A simple card sent by an old childhood friend's mother made one of the brightest moments in my holiday. She simply told me she loved me and was proud of what I had become.
It's the little things...
8 comments:
How nice someone from your past sent you a card with a nice compliment. Something like that makes it all worth while.
Rose, I am thankful I made it through another Christmas, I am so ready for a new year, Love Lisa XO
At least we don't have to do it again for about 363 days.
the old friends mom is a wise person....you are so wise beyond your years....always have been since i have known you....most moms are right in the middle of the chaos or even causing more problems but you know how to live life day by day. XOXO
I've tried teaching my boys that life is all about the little things, not stuff. I do think that concept is lost on the youngest. When we were having dinner I asked everyone how their christmas has been so far and the oldest said he was thankful that he had a family to share it with. Left me speechless. He's been listening, lol!
Hmmm know what you mean. Lots of things I could think about but time does go on. Just thankful that I know the Lord and He gives me strength when I don't have any. lol Glad your Christmas was good. Hope you have a wonderful New Year. Hugs, Janie
I've already told you(many times) how smart you are, so I will not repeat it again :-). You get involved with "issues" when you really need to and you've helped everyone a lot. You are just to smart, this late in the game, to be an enabler. ~Mary
Yes I know what you mean... it's about being with family and the love we share for Jesus and that is what gets us through... not about the gifts. That tea sounds like a wonderful remedy. Glad you had a nice holiday and lots of time with family and friends.
Lisa
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