An anxious little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas…

Bah Humbug!

Grumpy Cat makes everything better.

Grumpy Cat makes everything better.

Readers, it’s not that I hate Christmas. I don’t. I love Christmas, celebrating the birth of my Savior, the tidings of peace and goodwill, and all the big and small things that go with this spectacular holy day, but if I had to choose the one time of year that I hate I would pick Christmas Day. More specifically, I hate 10:00 a.m. Central Time on Christmas Day.

I hate it because I have to say goodbye to my kids because their father’s “sleigh” idles in my driveway ready to whisk them away for what will be their third Christmas gathering.

Such is the life of The Divorced.

I hate it for me; I hate it for my kids.

Just last night as my children and I spent time with each other—Ben built a Lego set and Katarina painted my nails—Ben commented that he wasn’t a fan of Christmas because every year his stomach hurt. Oh, Readers, this made my stomach hurt!

Judy Garland may as well have sung, “Have yourself an anxious little Christmas.”

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I can’t even begin to imagine what it feels like for children of divorce who must have their smiling game faces on for multiple family gatherings. While the presents exponentially increase because they have all these separate events I am certain they long for stability and peace over consumerism.

This blog is for you, Dear Readers, who are like me and are sitting at home alone. I am praying for you right now because I can imagine how you feel.

  • I know your heart hurts.
  • I know you are lonely.
  • I know you are angry.
  • I know you are sad.
  • I know you have regrets.
  • I know you have tried really hard to keep it all together.
  • I know you have put on your best game face and made the best memories you can for your kids.
  • I know you have tried really hard to be happy for friends as they post all their family Christmas pictures on Facebook today.
  • I know some of you have turned off Facebook for the day because it’s too painful to see these pictures.

I also know this…

  • Your children love you.
  • Your children love you even when they are at their other parent’s house.
  • Your children silently pray for you as they lay in their beds.
  • Your children know you are lonely today and that makes them sad.
  • Your children want you to be happy.
  • Your children miss you fiercely even when they don’t act like it.
  • Your children hate this as much as you do.

So, Readers, I have your back today. One by one I have lifted my divorced friends up in silent petition for grace, hope, peace, strength, and love. I am lifting you up, too, dear Reader. We are in this together. In my quest to be “adventurously authentic” I find that being “Really Real” helps take away the sting of being different, of being lonely, of being anxious. Is there someone who you can contact and say “I feel sad today” or “I am angry I don’t have my kids today” or “I am just tired and scared today”? If so, please do. If not, feel free to email me at adventurouslye at gmail dot com.

Peace to you this anxious Christmas, Readers. The Light has come!

Amen.

My son snapped this of me last night. Laugh! I did!

My son snapped this of me last night. Laugh! I did!

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