To my followers, I took a few days off. Writing a blog five days a week is sometimes a daunting task. Hope you all had a wonderful holiday weekend.
Where’s the Turkey? And the Goose and the stuffing and the home-made cranberry sauce with orange peels? Where’s the love and the laughter? The happily sinking into the couch cushions with full bellies and tired brains to watch a dumb Christmas movie until we all fall asleep?
It was a different kind of holiday and I was looking for a “same kind of holiday.” That’s where you learn the lessons of life.
We were an hour late leaving the house. With some gas-guzzling driving, we made the time up, to some extent. But overall, we had little time to reconnect and address the idea that we should make some sense of this holiday. As we drove, Lex and I had quality time to find common ground, which was overpoweringly wonderful. Then we all fell into the “I’m Mom, he’s Dad and you are the Kid” mode. As we wander and stumble around this unknown landscape of life with adult children, it takes its toll on everyone. The roles are not well-defined and we must drop some of the well-worn habits of relating.
I drove, turned around, and drove again, from Temple to Portland to Temple. Watching the gas gauge and feeling the economy of my day. But at some point it didn’t matter what the gauges said, or where I was on the highway. I said, “Happy Thanksgiving!” to every toll-taker and wondered where their family was. I thought of who my family is. I caught up with my sister, who was here just a year ago, for a very different holiday. And I when I returned to the empty house, I simply reheated the Cornish Game Hen from the other night and said to myself, “What’s wrong right now? Everyone is right where they are supposed to be. There is nothing that any of us is lacking. The world will only give you what you need right now, and this is what you need to learn.”
I hope every one was able to see the beauty in their day, no matter what it looked like and to find the joy in the present.