Christmas. I am both excited and anxious. Family holidays, as most of us surely know, can be mighty fine AND quite terrible.
Not unlike other folk, my kids and I carry around some baggage and it can be difficult to set it aside. Being together, interacting in habitual ways, seems to open some of those bags and out come attitude, resentment, pain, disappointment .... this list could get long.
On the other hand, though, there are good memories, love and appreciation and understanding stuffed in, too. Thank God. Not up for a soap opera filled with artificial sentiment and carefully constructed scenes of familial activity. I hope I've learned to let other people be, just be. I want to be allowed that privilege; and I do not want responsibility for what everyone thinks, says or does. My wise advise for these events is, if you don't want to be responsible for the results, don't try to run things.
So I begin planning and preparation for this holiday trip, actually looking forward to being with the kids, although they really aren't kids now. There's another reason to try being gracious, kind and accepting; as functioning adults, they get to live their own lives.
Life can be quite pleasant if you've taken the world off your shoulders and not running the entire show. Yep, I will not resume a role as Global Operational Director; wasn't really good at it anyway. Besides, I'd rather be at the party and not just give the party.
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