I’m writing this on the first of December although it won’t be published until tomorrow, the second. I’m already tired and I haven’t even taken down Thanksgiving much less put up Christmas.
This past week has been full of unexpected twists, turns and surprises. I’m just not very good at navigating those curves like I used to be. I can white knuckle through them but it takes a lot out of me.
Thankfully, none of the worst case scenarios played out and my family enjoyed some sweet times of fellowship and celebration.
But I’m pooped.
I’m often caught between what I wish I could be and what I actually am.
I want so much to be the mom that makes sparkling memories instead of the mom who muddles through. But I can’t quite bridge the gap.
I honestly don’t think it matters how long it’s been since your child has left this earth, it’s always hard and each year presents unique challenges. The one thing that remains the same is my need for grace-to extend it to others and to have them extend it to me.
I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one.
So for the next several days I’m going to repost some of what I’ve written in the past few years about surviving the holidays.
Here’s the first one: Grief and Post-Holiday Exhaustion