Enjoy the holiday! Merry, merry! Happy, happy! Really? I’d like to think so. I actually love holidays much to the delight (great food and gifts) and equal dismay (my Type A stress over planning ‘just the right’ form of celebration) of my family. I know how to cook the big meal. Create the enviable atmosphere of trees, bunnies, color schemes. Gather, drink, eat, and laugh……except when we aren’t. For someone who genuinely enjoys holidays, I am amazed at how much time I spend ‘handling’ them.
The parent who is hurt we are not spending time with them this day. The child who is hurt because the parent failed them again. The partner who is dodging the feeling of loss. It is simply a minefield. Many words have been written on this topic and somehow each new event still brings with it a new storm that needs handling.
While I am working at making each of these days special I am reminded that those around me are working very hard to handle their own disappointments. I have done the same in the past. As the female head-of-household I have a new role…..to guide everyone through the day.
It is always a toss-up to whether I give in and become disappointed as well or forge through and make the specialness of our day the over-riding memory. Today I have the energy and positive force. Will the others give in to my pastel foiled candy and blueberry pie? I hope so. Damn the demons that tempt them to do otherwise.