“The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others’ burdens, easing others’ loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of the holidays.” – W. C. Jones
Wednesday, December 24th
In choosing the quote to top this post, I finally came across a powerful realization – that the way that I see the world for myself is quite drastically different as I envision it for my children. I am parenting through this disconnect, trying to provide them a life of enchantment while so fearful that the world will hurt them like it seems to wound all of us in some way or another. And so, in my adult world I am quite used to stories of pain and feeling a sense of accomplishment in helping my loved ones stay afloat and get back to the shore.
It is heart-wrenching to know my kids are seeing a world that isn’t always fair or kind or honest, and that even something as simple as a beloved holiday is full of drama and misconceptions just as much it is imbued with history and meaning. Adults explain it as a time for generosity and gift-giving when it doubly the time to build up walls between people who do not share the same beliefs. This holiday is the root of many of my warmest memories of childhood. It is also where I learned where many adults work out their childhood wounds. I need to train myself to find my own joy in this season, and focus on sorting out my own internal stuff instead of worrying about what everyone else is thinking and doing during the holiday season.
Are there times of the year where the collective pace or atmosphere of the world is too distracting?