We all know the familiar saying, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
This is all fine and dandy in the summertime, but who wants lemonade in December? Not me. I want sugar and spice and everything nice. At least that has been my attitude lately. Leave the crummy stuff for the other eleven months out of the year. December is supposed to be this magical month where nothing goes wrong… right?
My little family is in month four of living with my parents, and my husband is in week two of recovering from gum surgery. Our stockings are buried in a storage unit instead of hung by the chimney with care, and my husband is just coming off his steady diet of applesauce with a side of Vicodin. We’d distract ourselves with the house hunt, but for some crazy reason, people don’t seem to list houses around Christmastime.
So, we wait. I miss my “normal” husband. I miss our traditions. I miss our decorations. I miss our space. I was getting ready to dust off my tiny violin and giant box of tissues for a good ol’ fashioned pity party.
Then I read about those of you who are dealing with some seriously heavy issues right now. And I know that for every Christmas Tree Project family, there are thousands of other families who are hurting. Maybe your husband is absent, or your son is deployed. Maybe your baby is sick, or your paychecks are few and far between. Maybe you had to move a loved one into a care home. Ugh. Life can be a beast sometimes.
I am slowly realizing that in my pathetically-pale-by-comparison living situation right now, life is still crazy good. There is a whole lot of love (and noise) in this home. Multi-generational living has definite advantages. October’s applesauce is being put to good use. Presents under someone else’s tree are still meaningful. Stockings are optional. Good things.
Gifts can be given (I am humbled and blown away by the generosity of the FLNW community). Grace can be extended. Laughter can be contagious. Patience can be found. Expectations can be adjusted (Or so I’m told. I’m a s-l-o-w learner on this one, but I’m working on the Gift of Whatever).
Having a tough time? Hang in there. Having a great time? Help those who are hanging on. Lemonade, anyone?
Share your wisdom! How do you celebrate when the going gets tough? What are tangible ways you help those who are hurting?
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