This has been a difficult week to 10 days for us. A very close family member of ours has/had a serious medical condition and an extended hospital stay (I'm not going to say any more here. It's her story to tell, not mine). We've had family members staying with us, and others popping in and out--some coming from afar. All three kids have strep. The garbage disposal has died. Dan was out of commission for a few days with a minor thing. We're planning on hosting Christmas Eve and Christmas and hoping that we won't be celebrating at the hospital.
But in all of this, amidst the fear and the tears and the stress, there are good things, too. Seeing Three follow my aunt/godmother around and scream like she is a rock star every single time Three sees her. Finally uploading Skype, so that after this is all over, the family can stay in better contact. Being reminded that true families come together not by blood but by mutual love and respect and support. Spending time with relatives in a quiet space. Giving comfort. Receiving comfort. Living in the moment, as hard as that can be. Having a reminder that life can be fragile and precious. Having the opportunity to tell people and show them how much you love them. A reminder that the holidays are about love and family, not gifts and lavish meals. I could go on and on.
The blessing here is that we've experienced the true spirit of Christmas. And for that I am thankful.
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