Christmas is my favourite holiday. It always has been, ever since I was a kid. The lights. The music. The decorations. EVERYTHING about it I loved.
This year, however, I started to dread the holiday long before it even hit. Any Christmas spirit I had was buried deep beneath layers of trauma. While I could sense it was still there, it was buried so deep that it had a hard time being heard.
There were a few holiday happenings around town that I still took my son to, since he loves the holiday as much as I used to. His favourite involves looking at lights, so we went to several parks that had light displays and walked the neighborhood to see the yards of our neighbors decorated. We did put up some Christmas decorations and decorated a tree for our apartment, but my heart wasn’t in it.
The last six months have been ROUGH. Baby steps are being taken to move us forward so that – HOPEFULLY – next year we can take full advantage of the spirit of the season.
Island of Misfit Mamas 