Tuesday, December 27, 2011
The Third of Twelve Days of Christmas
Since today is the third day of Christmas, I guess I am not really late in extending Christmas wishes to my readers. I intended on posting sooner, but I was busy with my husband and children enjoying the holidays, which we celebrated early so we could visit my family the rest of the weekend. Of course, that was filled with the usual insanity nonsense that makes me question why I subject myself to such torture each year. As always, I know the answer. I do it for my children and for my mother. It always amazes me how familial structures refuse to accept new roles and instead, prefer to try to keep people in the same dysfunctional childhood roles. Seeing how my siblings act makes me more determined to make sure that my children learn to treat family members with dignity and respect and to not make excuses for other's poor behaviors.
That being said, I am thankful that I had another Christmas with my parents, who are 84 and 87, still living in their own home. Each Christmas, I am well aware, could be the last with them. So, I celebrate with them.
And, after, Christmas is twelve days. Just because one day is bad, I still have the other eleven to have a wonderful, joyous, peace-filled time! Merry Christmas!