Someone once told me that you favorite childhood book was a reflection of the issues you would face as an adult. This just so happens to be true for me. My favorite book was Betty Bear's Birthday by Gyo Fujikawa
This has been the story of my life, having an idea about how something is going to be and then being totally devastated when it doesn't "work out" (My poor parents, my poor husband)
This psychosis seems to be heightened around the holidays. Perhaps because there is the added stress of my birthday which happens to be on the 24th. (My poor parents, my poor husband) Despite years of promising I would have no expectations, I don't think a holiday has gone by without a me having some sort of breakdown. I feel trapped in Betty Bears story never making it to the wonderful party page.
So, today being the first of December I am not pledging to give up any expectations, but to do what I should have done long ago... to have faith. To have faith that everything is happening as it should. That the most important thing is keeping the holiday spirit regardless of what is going on around me. The spirit is what I will remember, it is what my children will remember. Not that these boxes have been in my living room for two weeks or that our lights weren't up and ready to be lit at a lighting ceremony complete with hot chocolate and cookies.
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