'Tis the season to be jolly...
Is it me or does it NOT feel like THAT time of the year? I'm wondering where are they simply having a wonderful Christmas time AT?!!
During this particular holiday season, I feel like I'm in a perpetual episode of Punk'ed! Nothing is happening the way I planned and it's quite honestly a little offensive!
Let's start on Thanksgiving...
My 13 year old son broke his arm ON Thanksgiving.
Like literally, he broke his arm riding his skateboard to a friend's house on the DAY OF THANKS!
During our thanksgiving gathering, my husband received a call from our son.
Rob: Hi Dad, I need you to pick me up.
Rob: I think I broke my arm.
Dad: Why do you mean you THNK you broke your arm, Robert? Where are you?????
Rob: Sitting outside the Elie's house on the curb. I fell off the skateboard.
Dad: I'm coming to get you right now!
My husband corners me in the middle of the kitchen with friends, family and food swirling around, spades being played, a taste test going on to prove whether pumpkin or sweet potato pie is better, and Mac and cheese in the oven baking because it's the HOLIDAYS for the love of everything good in this world!
My husband calmly whispers to me,
"You wanna hear the good news or the bad news?
Me: The bad news...
Hubby: Rob probably broke his arm.
(Side note: I'm immediately angry! Don't know why...
Is it because my husband is so damn calm?
Is it because my son had the audacity to hurt himself?
Or maybe anger is an easier emotion for me to deal with rather than fear and vulnerability. Can I get a witness?)
But back to the story!
Me: Well, what's the good news?
Hubby: The good news is he is clearly okay because he called us.
So after an hour in the ER, my son and husband return home to a standing ovation. My son has a full cast on his arm, in pain, slightly in shock that he had a broken arm... And would have to surgery the next day.
You see, this was not part of MY plan.
And this particular holiday season has proven to be full of wonderful opportunities for me to embrace the fact that my plans mean absolutely NOTHING.
It is teaching me that we all have bad days but within these days there is usually a gem of a gift waiting to be opened.
Here are some things you may want to consider if your life feels like an episode of Punk'd this holiday season as well.
Am I so rigid in how I believe things SHOULD be that I am breaking rather than bending?
Am I being informed by my experiences to slow down, change course, or lighten up?
Am I being charged to stand higher, to grow stronger, and to trust with more faith?
What if it's okay to not be okay? What if you choose gentleness over the TO DO list and KNOW everyone will survive?
Have you considered you may need time to mourn rather than do? To feel your emotions rather than stuffing them into the hectic pace of the Holiday season?
So here is the moral of the story:
A bad day is a memorable because it is one day among many good days we have had in our lives ...otherwise, it wouldn't stand out! Be grateful for that!
It ain't merry out here in these streets...
So make the intention to mindful of who you are and your reaction to whatever may come your way.
Sweet potato pie is so much better than pumpkin pie!
People get really emotional about winning a spades game!
And really, it is always good news when your child is safe enough to call home.
Be kind to yourself and each other.
Tomorrow's not promised. It's all so very precious!
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