Another holiday down. Right? It feels like I just put all my Christmas stuff back in the garage…
Now, looking down the scope and starting to reserve days in the upcoming summer months, I already feel tired.
The weekend was filled with different friends and family. We were busy but it was fun. The kids enjoyed candy and baskets and Eastery things. It’s fun to watch them get older, relying on the traditions we’ve created. The hope of all of us as parents for holidays, I think, is to give them some good memories and good moments and traditions to pass along. Being a proper pessimist, with each holiday that passes, I come to the realization that I have only so many left. I count on my hands how many more years I have of my babies in my home, waking up to Easter baskets or birthday pancakes.
Holidays have become a marker, or a milestone to me. Call me an old fashioned sap, but I can’t help but feel nostalgic. ( Think Chevy Chase in the attic watching home movies in “Christmas Vacation”) After all, at the end of the day that’s all we have is our memories. A timeline of seasons, trips, people, events, memories. Laughs shared around tables. Stories told. Jokes rebirthed.
I know that underneath it all lies the other half of the coin…
The squabbles. The disappointments and let downs. Broken promises. Short tempers. Small comments and digs. Resentments. But if we choose to sit and marinate in the hassles of being human we really do miss out on the beauty of it all.
And we ALL have hassles don’t we?
“Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.”
― Walt Whitman
