Christmases of past still fresh in your minds, wishing you a had a little more time.
To build on memories that bring such joy, wanting to still buy
toys.
Those traditions so dear,
You do not what them to
disappear.
I know this poem echoes is your hearts. I know, because this is the poem of my heart.
I’ve been an empty nester for almost five years. I am “used” to my kids not being able to come home for the holidays. But I am so off balance this season. I am on edge and feeling a loneliness like never before.
This Christmas we are separated by things we could not anticipate. It’s more than being an empty nester or conflicting work schedules. Those things we can plan around. Those things are normal. Those things are expected.
This year is unexpected. It is unnatural. This is a year where traditions are on pause. This is where we have to learn to rest. I know it is hard to be still. This pause goes against the rhythm of life.
Be gracious with yourself. This is uncharted water. Try to fill it with good cheer, patience and kindness. Watch another chick flick, have a zoom interaction, paint your nails, go for that extra long walk, wave to a neighbor.
There is a season for every thing. The pause will soon resume life. Those traditions will keep for another year.
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