Around this time of year, I do a lot of thinking. A lot of stressing. A lot of laughing and a lot of reflection on the previous year. As a person genetically predispositioned to hate any type of good-bye, it’s a little weird that I love the last few weeks of a year as much as I do. The impending fresh start is what gets me through.
Anyways, this week I’ve been reminiscing a lot about family. What it is? What does it consist of. What exactly does it mean to be a part of one. . . sharing blood and DNA? sharing life or death experiences? a last name or a bed? showing tears and fears and emotions usually kept under wraps? public farting? private fighting? Is is the person who used to spank the life blood out of you to teach you lessons, or the person who gave quiet advice and understanding? Which of these are family…I ask you.
For those of you that know me, that have spent any amount of time with me, you know that the holidays are the best of times and the worst of times. And if anyone out there thinks that there is a time limit for children of divorce to “get over it” then you clearly are not a child of divorce, adult or not. Not to mention a child of two. And look, folks, I’m not holding a pity party for myself and inviting you to come along for the cheery ride. I’m just telling you that for the last twenty or so years, Christmas has been fucked up twelve ways from Sunday. It’s stressful. It’s crazy. It’s early or it’s late or it’s a day or it’s a few hours or it’s sometimes…not at all. It makes my heart hurt, and it makes me cry and makes me long for a family of my own to make happy instead of trying to make everyone else’s day happy. I get strung out like a paint huffer at Home Depot. But–it’s life. It’s what it was, is, and always will be. It’s been this way longer than it hasn’t.
Christmas, as taught by my mom, is when we can be together. The week before, or the actual day, or a few hours here then a few days there. It’s about family. And about love and light and blessings and recognizing the love that is all around. It’s grabbing a beer with your best friend for an hour and just laughing. That’s Christmas with Family. or unloading furniture in the dark of night after a ridiculous drive from Texas…that’s Christmas with Family. or sitting across a table and watching someone perform onstage and being the only one getting the jokes…that’s Christmas with Family…or looking at your phone and seeing the texts asking if you’re ok…that’s Christmas with Family…it’s hanging and then re-hanging lights on a house on consecutive weekends because it is important…that is Christmas with Family…it’s making umpteen phone calls saying what are you bringing? what can I bring? who brought the wine?…that’s Christmas with Family…it’s having a house full of people, friends old and new even after the 25th is long gone…that’s Christmas with Family. it’s knowing that you are loved. Truly loved. by people who are blood and by people who would get bloody for you.
This is a hard time of year for a lot of people. Some days, I’m included in that. People are worried about money and are losing jobs and are figuring out how to just get out of bed every day. Some days…I’m included in that too. It’s easy to hurt feelings and it’s easy to get hurt because it’s easy to focus on what I don’t have. yet. anymore. But then I stop, and get really quiet and clear, and realize that yes. I am loved. I am blessed. Christmas with Family…I wish you love and light and blessings and laughter this week. Remember…you are mine. I am yours.
family.