The holidays can be a tough time of year – the stark reality of our lives juxtaposed against glossy magazine spreads of sumptuous perfection; TV commercials portraying cheerful, cozy families; Facebook filled with evidence of lively, festive parties. I know this jangle in the heart and mind when visions and expectations are not aligned with what actually is present.
Making peace with the holidays meant giving up the ache in my heart for all the things that would not be: baking Christmas cookies with my wee ones; stockings stuffed and hung on the mantle in support of Santa; a family in matching flannel pajamas unwrapping presents (an icky-sweet vision, I know). Life circumstances being what they were – infertility and divorce – radically altered what was hoped for and what is. For the last number of years I have woken up on Christmas morning in a family of two. My guy is not likely to be persuaded to wear matching flannel pajamas any time soon, not even for me. [Read more…]