When I think back, I can remember only a handful of gifts...some are not even my gifts. What I do remember is warmth. I remember family, and celebrating it over and over in different ways with different groups.
Christmas was never just the day in my family. Christmas was a season.
This is the first Christmas Day in 12 years that I will not be with my kids.
I thought I would be devastated. And maybe if last year had been the first, this would be different blog.
For this year, Christmas is not just a day on the calendar; it is a whole season.
Many years, we held holidays waiting for their dad. We chose waiting over tradition. We chose the best for the majority not the best for the individual. And that is what this is.
Christmas at Dad’s is the best for the kids. They deserve to have full love and support. They deserve to see compassion and kindness. They deserve the best of it all.
So, this year the kids will spend the day (and a few more) with their dad. He gets to be present and available for them. After all those years of missing things, he doesn’t have to miss this.
And they don’t have to miss him.
Yes, I will feel their absence. How could I not? However, I still get Christmas. We will still have presents and Santa. We will still have magic and love. There are cookies and crafts and events. We still have all of the season.
For us, Christmas is more than a day; it is a season.