The Holiday season has a way of scrambling my mind in a way that I can only barely admit, to myself let alone anyone else! I mean, my last NAME is HOLIDAY. I should be ALL ABOUT the spirit, festivities and jolly goodness of it all. But now, even though I have a stable and happy family life, a home of longer than 2 years (this is the longest I have stayed in one place in YEARS), and residence in a place where I can take a swim in December! But for some reason, I always seem to lose my head during the Holidays.
I have to tell myself that it is the endless string of activities. Except I have not attended NEARLY as many of these parties and festivities as I would have liked. Part of the reason was budget constraints. The other thing was Twilli. It’s an unfortunate fact that many of the activities to enjoy during this season happen during the EVENING. It’s dark. Twilli is tired, hungry and cranky. And it seems SO MUCH LATER than it really is!
A lot of that is attributed to Mother Earth. As December wears on, the days become shorter and shorter. Then comes the Winter Solstice! It is the “darkest day of the year”. And yet, it is officially referred to as the FIRST day of winter. Shouldn’t it be the climax of winter? Or the first day of spring? I consider the Solstice to be a time of rebirth. (But that could just be an egoistic self-reference for someone whose name translates literally to “reborn”.)
I can’t remember a time when birth and REBIRTH were more central to my existence. After the recent birth of our lovely daughter, the concept is clearer to me than ever before. And in our nursing relationship, I’ve learned more about unconditional provision and sustenance that I ever imagined possible.
So, just like a newborn, I feel as if I’ve been thrust into a strange land. (Although that tends to happen to most of us who live in South Florida.) And I’ve felt disoriented, disorganized, hungry and NEEDY. This teaches me exactly what I need to know to be the best parent I can be! A baby cannot verbally communicate her needs. But we can watch the non-verbal cues and fill in the blanks.
I am doing an experiment in the art of ALLOWING. I remind myself to LET GO and LIVE. I’m allowing my development to be mirrored in not only our infant daughter, but our teenage son. I will be discussing these parallels throughout the rest of the season.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
~r