There are a lot of people who find Christmas difficult. This year I find myself becoming one of them, and I want to stop.
The Christmas Crunch is bearing down hard, and I’m trying hard not to let it steal my joy. The events of the last few weeks could easily have done so without some pretty strong defenses. (Luckily, my 25 years as an Army wife have taught me a few of those.) But it’s hard.
This morning, Mr. Wonderful and I were discussing the many ‘adjustments’ to our holiday celebration we’re making this year. I tried not to get disappointed about not having time to bake gingerbread cookies. I put aside the fact that I didn’t send out cards this year for only the second time in twenty-six years. I let go the fact that half of my decorations are still in their boxes, where they’ll sit for another year. We agreed not to fry our turkeys this year, but to go with a plan that’s less labor-intensive. We’ve trimmed Christmas to the bone, because we’re spread too thin to pull off our usual routine.
Then the phone rang.
And we were reminded that none of that’s important.
Instead of spending the day trying to catch up on all that’s behind schedule, we decided on a paradigm shift. We decided to let ourselves off the hook, and have a different celebration than we usually do. We did it the year after Katrina, where we scaled back out of necessity, and we did it the year Mr. Wonderful was in Iraq. And we’ll do it again this year.
I won’t worry that my chandeliers aren’t decorated, and that my linens may not be pressed. I won’t worry that I’m serving steamed carrots instead of my mother’s cornbread dressing.
Instead I’ll give thanks that we’re gathered together.
I’ll be happy that even though Christmas won’t go the way I envisioned it a month ago, it’ll be special. And I’ll remind myself that if I can put my disappointment aside over things that didn’t happen I’ll be able to enjoy the things that will. I might even find unexpected joy.
My little family has faced some unexpected challenges this year. 2011 certainly isn’t ending the way I expected it to three hundred sixty-or-so days ago. But it’s ending well.
The last few days have reminded me of an essay circulated among parents of special needs children. I’ve read it dozens of times as it related to my son’s academic challenges.
I’ve never really thought about it as a metaphor for Life.
But it is.
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I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”
“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.
So well said. The important thing is gathering together to be with your family. 🙂
I learned that lesson pretty young. As an Army family, we had to spend our fair amount of time apart. So we do, indeed, cherish togetherness. 🙂
So lovely. I agree the most important thing — no matter your faith is to love the people we are with. So many folks are alone during these holidays. We have to remember to be grateful for what we’ve got. Even if it isn’t perfect.
Voltaire said “The perfect is the enemy of the good.” My goal is not to have a perfect life. It is to have a good one. 🙂
“Instead I’ll give thanks that we’re gathered together.” Much love to you and yours ❤
Thanks, Princess. My heart is open to finding joy. And guess what?? It’s everywhere I look. 🙂
I totally can relate to 2011 and the lines, “My little family has faced some unexpected challenges this year. 2011 certainly isn’t ending the way I expected it to three hundred sixty-or-so days ago. But it’s ending well.”
The most important thing is that we are with the ones we love. That’s all that matters.
Thanks, Louise. Merry Christmas to you and your family, too.
Among the many blessing 2011 has brought me, I count your friendship.
Emily Perl Kingsley’s “Welcome to Holland” It is a wonderful piece for sure. It works some days and other days “Amsterdam International” by Dana Nieder works better. Just depends on the day. 🙂
Quite a few of us have scaled back this year. It’s just a sign of the times. However, we should ensure that peace, friendship, goodwill and especially love are never be in short supply. Merry Christmas to you and yours from all of us here. –Jxox
Thanks for the kind words, Jen. I’ve loved your blog from the first time I visited.
When life doesn’t match up with our expectations, it’s easy to feel defeated. I’m awfully glad I pulled myself up before I slipped too far down that rabbit hole.
Merry Christmas to you and your family. And a joyous New Year. 🙂
I’ve never seen that before, but what a beautiful allegory for life and our dashed expectations of it. I must remember this!
I hope you find peace and contentment with the remainder of this holiday season. Hugs!
Thanks, Christine. Visit Down With Dat’s site, there’s a response to Welcome To Holland there. You’ll appreciate it. (I just added the link to the essay.)
Your kindness and reassurance mean a great deal, and I thank you for sharing them with you. I count your friendship among my many blessings for 2011.
PS – I’m glad you like my windmill. 🙂 –Jxox